<div class="floatright">(http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk8/hornerjs82/wizazystka_wroclaw_37-1-1.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Name:</strong> <em>Leila 'Haversham'</em><br/><strong>Age:</strong> Eighteen<br/><strong>Position:</strong> Harem Girl<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyone</span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Music Inspiration(for fun):</strong></span><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Habibi(Sawah) - Ishtar (Alabina)</span></em>(http://youtu.be/me1EAmxfoLw)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Location:</strong> Day Room, Waiting...</span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Notes:</strong> <em>New to the Harem, untouched.</em></span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Leila likewise continued to wait, her bright blue eyes taking in everything around her.  Noting several of the girls that did not fidget as she had been, or look terrified(she was fairly certain there was not so much trouble as that) Leilia took a deep breath, slowly exhaling, beginning to count in English backward in her head.  As the sounds of the language were completely different in her thoughts, it had the effect of calming her, and she ceased fidgeting, no doubt just in time.  Taking a stance that was likely more demure than most with her long hair streaming over her pleasing curves (she did hope), Leila kept her gaze lowered with care. <br/><br/>Her father and mother had always said that her eyes were her most interesting features, the former being the as bright a blue as the ocean herself.  She knew none of these men would likely notice, yet, a woman did have to try.  She hoped that they would come soon, as the waiting was something nearing agony.  Some of the girls seemed to be near her age, and others seemed older - or perhaps that merely had something to with the experience of the woman in question.  Her thoughts briefly lay upon the queen.  For herself, she could not imagine such a place, not at all.  For to rise so high, one could fall so very hard and fast, nay, best to remain in the middle, or the last.  Ambition, she thought, was for the likes of men, and those foolish enough to desire more than their place. </span>