The humid air of Birat Lodge, situated near the Neuro Hospital of Biratnagar, clung to our skin like a second layer, thick with the musk of sweat and sex, the scent of raw, unbridled lust seeping through the thin walls. The muffled sounds of the city outside—the distant honking of rickshaws, the occasional murmur of voices from the neighboring rooms—only heightened the thrill of what we were about to do. They would hear e...