<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">It was her second week on this ship, and she <em>still</em> wasn't used to the attire - or rather, lack thereof. At least before she was able to wear a shirt.<br/><br/>The young woman curled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, shivering a little. Bright green eyes fell shut tightly. She had a good idea of what was being done to the other slave girl by the captain, but it wasn't anything she wanted to be aware of. Not that she could shut it out. The cries and the harsh words rang in her ears, making her cringe and drop her head onto her knees, long red hair shifting against her naked back. Footsteps further away in the room stopped at a different cage and, not for the first time since her capture, Leila was grateful that they hadn't stopped at hers. The sooner they sold her off, the sooner she could make a run for it again, and she'd rather that she went unnoticed until that time came.</span>