<div class="floatright">(http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk8/hornerjs82/wizazystka_wroclaw_37-1-1.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Name:</strong> <em>Leila 'Haversham'</em><br/><strong>Age:</strong> Eighteen<br/><strong>Position:</strong> Harem Girl<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyone</span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Music Inspiration(for fun):</strong></span><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Habibi(Sawah) - Ishtar (Alabina)</span></em>(http://youtu.be/me1EAmxfoLw)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Location:</strong> Heading to Day Room, Summoned</span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Notes:</strong> <em>New to the Harem, untouched.</em></span><br/><br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br/><br/>Leila'd been primped, bathed, and plucked completely but for brows and hair on her head(she'd wept) - and in some places that as yet brought a blush to high, sculpted cheekbones - to within an inch of her life, she was sure.  Her father, a local sheik, had chosen the wrong side in recent days - thus - as the youngest of her female siblings - had been granted in tribute to <em>Sultan Hakim Abdullah</em>.  It had not been what she'd expected to do in her life - though - what was a woman to do?  Marry and tend things until they were too old or blind to do anything but lecture and be ... well, old.  Her mother had been on an touring group of English nobility years previous - and as her father would have called it - lucky to have been 'borrowed' in a rather permanent way from her family - the Earl and Countess of Haversham.  <br/><br/>With pride it was then that she'd been given her mother's family name - Haversham - and the personal name 'Leila' due to being born in the middle of the night.  Of course, no one here really cared about all that.  It hadn't taken her long to figure out that in the Sultan's palace - she was just another girl that was maybe pretty enough but for her brilliant and striking blue eyes.  Dark hair slid over narrow and graceful shoulders having a bit of a waviness to it while being very soft.  She was quite tall, though not so slender with hips pleasing to look upon - or so the women in charge of them liked to say - they also tended to pinch a bit - and she did not at all care for that.   <br/><br/>Lelia had kept quiet, though watched the other girls plenty in the hopes that she wouldn't do anything entirely foolish to earn the wrath of her new lord.  She'd let them curl her hair and all the rest - but the last straw had been taking away her clothing.  "... Must we really go ... out there, with ... nothing on?"  She'd spoken the local language with an accent that didn't really hide her foreign ancestry.  After a light slap to the rear, she'd moved quick with a soft yelp.  Her skin warm and pale brown had been massaged, rubbed with subtly scented oils.  Being but eighteen and never having so much as seen a man in intimate fashion a faint tremor lay to her flesh.  High, firm breasts that were just more than a handful for a man with large hands with their dusky rose nipples standing in relief.<br/><br/>As she moved to a group of women that had begun to take to a line - she hoped that this would not go ... badly.  What ever that was supposed to mean.  The instructions she'd been given about how things worked here spun in her head.  One thing stood out - don't slouch, and don't speak unless addressed ...</span><br/><br/>