<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/28/Jamilya.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sourah<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><span class="bbc_u">This</span>(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zbDM9LsOfSs/UWeim0BSIeI/AAAAAAAADQQ/AEVWnosLg2M/s1600/page2.jpg)<br/><hr/>80s American cinema, surely the golden age of American cinema, that was Sourah's area of expertise. When she came to investigate the sounds of a movie on the big screen, there was no concept of what it was, except that it was black and white, and the characters were clothed, and certainly that made it a waste of the big screen. Pink jacket sleeves, embroidered in white snowflakes and checkered diamonds, draped over the backrest where Okolona was sitting.<br/><br/>"Lona, right?" The dark, kohl-rimmed eyes framed within her girly pink hijab darted to the screen, then down to Okolona's ear. "The virgin?" The olive complexion of her fingers was dark against the fluffy white popcorn as she snagged a bit from the edge of the bowl. "I never saw a hymen up close until I watched your exam video." She nibbled on her popcorn almost silently, and took a few moments to discern what was happening on the screen. it all happened a little too slow for the aesthetic sense of a girl like Sourah.<br/><br/>"What are you even watching?"