<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/93/Photoshopismagic.jpg)</div>The video of Zoebd-el-Khematin's interview cut in with an askew shot of a curvy Iranian girl all the way back into the casting couch cushions, her back playfully curved in an embroidered black gown that left so much to the imagination. A long hijab or headscarf of magenta, aqua, and lavender patterns blending one stripe to the next wrapped and framed her smiling face. She didn't speak a word as fingers came across the camera lens and adjusted the angle- she knew the rules of porn interviews. Don't prattle on. Speak when spoken to.<br/><br/>It was an older woman's voice asking the questions from off screen, and ostensibly a woman's face Sourah was smiling to, slightly out of frame. A little above, and to the right. Sourah was touching the border of her hijab, toying with her neckline, letting the viewer believe there might be a chemistry between them. That something might happen, once the interview was over.<br/><br/><strong>①</strong><em>"Hey, welcome to the program. How are you feeling about it, nervous?" </em><br/><br/>"I'm nervous." She giggled, and flashed a row of pearly teeth against dusky Middle Eastern skin. "This is my first time in the United States."<br/><br/><em>"Where are you from?" </em><br/><br/>"Iran." A pause. "Tehran."<br/><br/><em>"Is it true what they say about Iranian girls?" </em><br/><br/>Sourah could be seen to think for a moment. "We're raised to be very obedient. We're always getting down on our knees." She was getting into character, now.<br/><br/><strong>②</strong><em>"Have you ever done anything like this before?" </em><br/><br/>"No, never!" She fanned herself with the crisp silk edge of her hijab to relieve some heat. "But I've always liked American porn. My friends and I would dub movies for Tehran, and I would pick a character and say all her lines with a sexy voice. I had to moan, too, so the voices would match up."<br/><br/><em>"Can you say something in a sexy voice for us now?" </em><br/><br/>Sourah's smile faded, her bright eyes became heavy-lidded to accent her dark lashes. The camera focused on just her strawberry lips, and she purred the words with a slip of the tip of her pink tongue and an expressive roll and purse of her plush tiers "Lick it." There was a moment of quiet, and Sourah's smile returned. The camera panned back.<br/><br/><strong>③</strong><em>"Do you have a partner, if so, what do they think of your enrollment in the program?" </em><br/><br/>"There's a girl in Tehran. We have a very open relationship. I'd like to fly her out here, and we could take on the rest of the girls together." She wiggled in her seat, although the questions went on.<br/><br/><strong>④</strong><em>"What are the chances that you'd be looking to continue in the porn industry after you finish at college?" </em><br/><br/>"I think you'll see more of me. Gay Muslim girls need a wank, too. I'll give them what they want." Sourah gave the camera a surreptitious little wink.<br/><br/><strong>⑤</strong><em>"So, you've seen the applications of the other girls. Are there any you like the look of so far?" </em><br/><br/>This question took the longest for her to answer. Her big brown eyes went all around the barren studio. "I like American girls. American accents. Piper has such a kissable mouth, and Abigail has such beautiful eyes. I bet Okolona has those wonderful Southern hips- I'd like to see for myself." For a moment after answering the question she was genuinely nervous, but it passed.<br/><br/><strong>⑥</strong><em>"Do you have any phobias?" </em><br/><br/>"Handcuffs." Sourah brought her wrists up into frame and tapped them together. "Police in Tehran are so cruel. People disappear, sometimes. Oh, and spiders. Ick!"<br/><br/><strong>⑦</strong><em>"What is your favorite sexual position?" </em><br/><br/>"Scissoring is a lot of fun." Her toes shimmied on the studio floorboards to give her long legs a wiggle under the long black drape of her gown. "Or that one scene from Requiem for a Dream. Do you know the one? I'd like to do that."<br/><br/><strong>⑧</strong><em>"Do you have a favorite pornstar?" </em><br/><br/>"Amber Rayne," she answered without hesitation. "Or Belladonna. The girls in her videos just seem happy to be there, like they're not being hassled. You can just tell she's good to work with."<br/><br/><strong>⑨</strong><em>"Do you have any special talents?" </em><br/><br/>"You learn how to use your voice when you dub. Persian is a sexy language. It makes your mouth very limber. All the girls in Tehran do karaoke, that's not very special. Persian classical dance, too."<br/><br/><em>"Persian classical dance?" </em><br/><br/>Prompted by the interviewer, Sourah brought her legs up onto the casting couch and raised up her hips. The full curve cocked to one side, bounced, and then cocked to the other to follow a 6/8 beat only she could hear. Her arms rose up in elegant, undulating waves, sensuality rolling from her body through her delicately curled fingers. She leaned back, way back, to draw the eye to the cling of her dark gown to the bottoms of her breasts, and the hypnotic sway of soft flesh as her shoulders joined the rolling rhythm. But that was the end of her demonstration, and she fell back into the cushions with a laugh.<br/><br/><em>"What's the difference between classical dance and belly dance?" </em><br/><br/>Sourah had to think about this. She shook her head. "I don't think you could tell them apart."<br/><br/><strong>⑩</strong><em>"Is there anything else you need from the company before entering the house?" </em><br/><br/>The question confused Sourah. She eased cautiously out of character. "Should I talk about the clothes? Okay. I was talking to<em>(redacted) </em>about wardrobe, to get the Muslim crowd. It would be easier to just assign me a budget. There are rules to how Muslim girls are supposed to dress. People will know if it's not authentic." Her head tipped up, and her dark eyes moved away to someone off camera who couldn't be heard. "1.6 billion people," Sourah answered, and listened again. "I know where to shop for everything, except the nun habit. Can you get me the nun habit? All the nuns I know just dress normal."<br/><br/>The conversation off camera was going on for too long. Sourah responded to a cue, and drew in close to the camera with a blown kiss that transformed into a goodbye wiggle of her fingers. "Salām," she whispered, intimate and sweet, and there the video ends.