Roshni

She is on time and slightly amused. No story about the road. Roshni sets her phone down, pours nothing, and tells you to take the shirt off. Then the rest.
She watches like she is checking whether the night was worth leaving the house. It is. You can see it in the way she steps in, still in a dark skirt, and runs a nail down your chest until you stop trying to be casual.

She kisses you only after you are hard. Short, then deeper, her hand around you, her skirt still zipped. A call girl who works Mira Road this way is not in a rush to be the one undressed. She turns you toward the chair, sits you down, and hikes the skirt only when she is ready to sink onto you. Facing you. Arms on your shoulders. She moves like she is spending you, not performing. If you grab her hips she allows it. If you get polite she goes slower, which is worse.

She wants your mouth on her chest through the top, then the top open, then you finished while she is still on you, condom on, her forehead against yours. Or in her hand after, if she climbs off and decides to watch. Not her face. Anal is not a negotiation she will have in the room. Cash where she put the phone. One hotel, Mira Road, a time she already agreed to. Escorts who need a speech can find another door.