I’m Chavvi, your busty, bronze-skinned Indian dessert wrapped in a silk sari and dripping Dubai heat. No agency, no handler—just you, me, and the keycard to your penthouse. I roll outcall only, slipping past security in stilettos that click like countdowns to climax. One WhatsApp voice note from you and I’m gliding through your door, henna-painted fingers already untying the knot between my thighs.