<div class="floatleft">(http://black-robert-journal.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/aishwarya-rai-closeup-100x100.jpg)</div><strong>Name/occupation:</strong>Mira/Harem Girl<br/><strong>Age:</strong>18<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Waiting<br/><em>Guests...</em><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Mira looked up from the novel in her hands at the familiar hurried steps echoing through the hall. She rose up from the pillow she was laying on, placing the book on the floor, since she already knew what the sound of quick steps meant for her. The enuch acquired a light sheen of sweat on his forehead from rushing before telling them to prepare themselves for guess. Before the man began speaking, Mira let the simple sarong fall to the floor before stepping out of the pool of clothing around her feet. Mira left the gold bangles at her wrists since they were a symbol of her servitude. A symbol of the Sultan’s ownership over her. The bangles jingled softly as she moved, providing soft music for her hips to sway against while walking.<br/><br/>Her hands gently stroke through auburn hair so that it settled on her shoulders before moving towards the other women lining up. She felt a tinge of pity for some of the girls that appeared to be shaking but didn’t make any outward gesture of sympathy. The new girls would either learn quickly to entertain the sultan or possibly get tossed out into the streets with no protection. They just didn’t know that their innocence and reluctance would attract some of the worse type of guests. The ones who didn’t care much for a woman’s pleasure or the level of force to achieve their own.  Mira choose to stand a respectable distance from Aria.<br/><br/>She chose a position to stand that did not exactly advertise her curves to the expected guests but at the same time didn’t discourage anyone from looking or noticing them. A teasing smile played at her lips that made her hazel eyes glimmer like the night stars as she chuckled at a private joke. She had learned during her first few weeks as a harem girl that most guest didn't care about what went on in her mind. There would be no talk of anything of importance with the guests. She was there to do whatever the sultan asked of her, and she would do it without any hesitation. It always amazed her how quickly she could switch from an intelligent woman to a man’s dog, crawling on her knees like a trained pet. For two years now, Mira earned and maintained her place with ease. She had no desire to win Sultan's favor as Harem Queen since it required too much responsibility. She dipped her naked foot in the water, twirling it before resisting the urge to inspect the noise behind her. Whomever had decided to oversleep but she had little doubt that it would go unnoticed by the Sultan.<br/>