The woman frowned, realizing that in the home she was now in that she felt naïve. She might have been to some things but it wasn't a feeling that she liked. She didn't like feeling that the other woman, who was naïve to most of the world, well anything except Tarkus, was a dominant force in her life. She felt chided and her head dropped. She very well got what Aisha had said, but Aisha hadn't heard what she had. She'd said that if Tarkus wished for her to have limits then she would pretend to, she wasn't going to pretend to have them just for the sake of doing so. That took effort and lies… and she wasn't a good liar.  She kept her mouth shut, chewing.<br/><br/>All in all, the meal was turning to shambles.  Layla sighed heavily and retreated back into herself, feeling verbally slapped above all, and rejected to boot.  She wanted to leave the room but didn't know if food was allowed outside of it.  Instead she scooted further away from Aisha and shed the robe that she'd provided, not wanting it on her skin.  She'd rather go nude than feel unwanted in someone else's clothing.  Aisha's words would be eaten; she'd think differently when the harem grew and grew. Sixty women. A hundred? Two hundred? One sultan she'd heard tales of had four thousand women in his harem. Four. Thousand. Some were relatives, of course, who needed a home, but four thousand?<br/><br/>Chewing slowly upon a piece of bread, she turned her back to Aisha, knowing that she was being childish, but unable to help it. She was trying to make friends with the woman, but instead she got chastised and essentially told no, the only way that she would be wanted was if the Prince commanded it.  She'd hoped that Aisha would like her more or see her as less threatening if… never mind. It didn't matter now.  Next time she wouldn’t stop just because Aisha was in the room. She'd learned a valuable lesson.  The very childish part of her wished that she could take it back, that she could have gone through with things.  Instead she'd pissed off both Tarkus and Aisha.  The food turned tasteless in her mouth.<br/><br/>Without a word, or letting Aisha see that she was starting to cry, Layla rose and walked, still nude, out of the room and looked immediately for a quiet place to hide and calm down, if there was anything that could make her do so.  She feared being sent away, being sent back to where she'd come from. She'd kill herself first. She wouldn't go back.<br/>