<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> Heading to Day Room, Summoned</span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Notes:</strong> <em>New to the Harem, untouched.</em></span><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Leila had startled at first, then nodded to the other girl politely.  She curled her fingers through her dark hair, fidgeting not unattractively while wondering what was to occur next.  She presumed that eventually, as they had been summoned rather sharply, she felt, that the Sultan - or perhaps one of his men were to choose of them.  The prospect left her terrified, and the young woman took slow, easy breaths, hoping that her fright did not show so very much.  Her blue eyes flicked around as she shivered.  It was plain that she wished to say something, anything - yet the fear of being punished for speaking in the line before given leave unsettled her and kept the girl quiet.  Sasha's blushing, it seemed only caused to increase Leila's own, though after several glances her direction, and with lingering looks at the eunuchs that stood guard over the entire harem - Leila gave Sasha a brilliant, soft smile before bowing her head to await orders that would eventually, she presumed, be given to the group of the ladies. <br/><br/>Father had said the Sultan was essentially a good man.  She hoped that assessment was correct - even as she doubted it very much.  Of course, what did the measure of a man have to do with a woman that was, for all intents and purposes, a virtual slave?  Trying to fidget a little bit less, she sighed very quietly.  At least one person seemed nice, and <em>perhaps she could make a friend</em>, she thought as her eyes again flicked to Sasha.</span>