<br/>Aria had been in the harem for a little over a year.  Being called to assemble was nothing new to her.  She’d been lounging on a cushion near the central pool.  From time to time she’d let her fingers or a foot break the surface of the water.<br/><br/>Having overheard the orders given to the enuchs to have the girls assemble, she took her time rising from her prone position.  Though she knew her talents were known and appreciated by the sultan and many of his guests, Aria was expecting the virgins to be chosen first.  There was just something about men that made most feel extra special having explored the<em> unexplored. </em><br/><br/>Personally, she felt it would be a disappointment to have someone who didn’t know what they were doing try to<em> amuse </em>you.  But then again she was extremely cynical about life, love and most everything else.<br/><br/>After the second clapping of hands as the enichs attempted to get the women in a reciving line, Aria stood, let her thin cloak fall to her feet and slinked over to where they were to be presented.  She knew her appeal and the best way to pose in order to show of her curves and other alluring features.  From the moment she woke, her attention was on getting herself presentable.  From the scented bath upon waking, to the oils and perfumes rubbed into the flesh and the colors artistically applied to her face, Aria had been taught to be ready to please.<br/><br/>She gave a polite nod of her head to the others that had assembled.  But a warmer smile followed to the inexperienced girls.  Aria felt sorry for them, as they looked as though they had little idea as to what might be in store for them.  But another part of her fought not to look at them as competition.  Unless you were the top, the queen of a harem, you had little to say about your own position.<br/><br/>Aria took a position that also allowed her to lean slightly upon a pillar.  She knew the pose would show off her voluptuous curves and hoped it would appeal to the guests about to arrive.<br/>