<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/><hr/><br/>Layla let out a chuckle. Her smooth accent even seemed to carry over into her unique laugh. "Thanks for the<em>warm</em>welcome." She said, unable to contain a grin. Even though she was doomed to a life time of hell, she managed to find some irony in the situation. "But, hey, it was fun while it lasted. Just as I was growing accustomed to living the high life, I was caught off guard. Lesson learned the hard way, I guess."<br/><br/>She looked back behind her, but her gaze turned quickly back to Diah. She didn't want to slack off, but Diah reassured her that now wasn't the time to try to show off for the veterans. She wanted to spend a moment with Diah for her educational betterment and personal amusement.<br/><br/><em>"By the way, feel free to continue checking out my breasts."</em>Layla couldn't help but blush, and she nervously scratched the back of her head. "Hehe... That obvious, huh?" She stammered. Her embarrassment faded as she saw Diah boldly puff out her chest for viewing. "People claim that life here is terrible, but it can't be all bad. Only here can somebody see such a perfect set of tits." Layla had always been renowned for her crude interest in women. The stories of her imprisonment in the insectoid hive had spread around after she reentered into the slaving business, although she never mentioned or confirmed them.<br/><br/>Her own chest was large, but it was only slightly larger than Diah's rack. Still, Layla thought the pair in front of her was better shaped... Plus it was beautifully colored. Layla had never been the shy type, and she was accustomed to getting her way with most women she handled. Taking a step forward, she placed her hand on Diah's shoulder. "I'm jealous. Yours are so much prettier than mine." She said, her voice revealing her lusting emotions.<br/><br/>"So, why don't you give me the tour? You can show me around this pad. While you talk, I can work. Do you mind telling me a bit about what you do and what I may be doing?" She casually released her grip on Diah's shoulder. "I'm a rookie, but I'm not clueless. I want to enjoy my time on this hell-hole. When we were landing, I was already planning on searching for a veteran that held some power and sticking with her. Mind if I choose you? I'll make sure to earn my keep, trust me." Layla's work ethic had never been questioned by her accomplices. What she said, she normally did.