<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/3db4ae734cc561f3b9638f19985c66ce/tumblr_mnkl18ydJs1rkcdc7o1_250.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Layla</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>The Landing Pad</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Diah</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Speaking to Diah</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/>At first, Layla thought Diah was merely trying to be a killjoy. She didn't remember the colorful woman being so uptight, but she began to believe that the harsh weather had changed her. It didn't take long for her to realize that her new assumption was far from the truth, and this revelation made her smirk.<br/><br/>She made the mistake of letting her guard down. For a moment, she locked eyes with Diah's gaze. The powerful glow was misleading; the light was a beautiful trap. "Haha, no, no..." She muttered, struggling to look away. Her past associations with Diah made her almost know the full scope of her old acquaintance's hypnotic abilities.<br/><br/>Layla was a savvy businesswoman. She was smart (although not intellectual), but she had never been strong willed. Her biggest weakness was her cowardice and lack of willpower. Because of this, she didn't yet have the mental strength to resist Diah's control.<br/><br/>"Don't... Stop... Stop it!" Her muscles tightened in resistance, but she ultimately succumbed. With her last free breath, the words "I am yours..." escaped her lips. Her slight squirming came to an end, and she stood straight before Diah. Her eyes were locked onto Diah's, and her body was no longer her own.