<div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/erotic%20airlines/Sara_Jean_Underwood_Play_476cbfad60e87_zpse213ea82.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Abigale</strong><br/><br/>Abie looked up as word came through the comms that a Soloman Alkhar, had checked through security and was in the waiting room. She glanced at Kira then took one of the special catalogs and headed down the corridor to meet the Prince and escort him back. It made great sense to show their guest personal service from the moment they arrived. Her mind was a swirl, he was a real life prince...every girl wanted  a prince... to be a princess. She stopped just outside the waiting room and took a deep breath. The man was here for only one reason really and she knew that when she signed the contract to work for Erotic Airlines. She had grown up with 4 brothers and strong parents that had taught her not to let anyone intimidate her or make her feel unimportant.<br/><br/>She took another calming breath and checked her uniform and stepped into the waiting room. It was small with only 10 chairs and the Prince had taken one that let him look up right at her as she walked in. He was even better looking in person. She felt her petite stature, she was just 5'4" in her heels not one of those tall model types, but she moved with a dancers grace. All those years of dance had given her a sensual grace that was natural to her.<br/><br/>Her lips curved into a lovely smile and her green eyes twinkled as she walked up and gave a small bow, "As-salamu alaykum, Prince Alkhar. I am Abigale Hawkins and will be your flight attendant for the trip. I have already checked 'our' cabin and made sure it was all secure." She was a little off in the proper pronouncing of the words and her accent gave it an interesting but delightful sound when she spoke Arabic. She seemed to have some knowledge of the language but was not skilled in it.<br/><br/>She blushed a bit as she handed him a small book that contained all manner of 'extras' the airline offered that he could request. She had seen the 'catalog' as part of her signing but most of the things she had never tryed. Yet she had decided she would be willing since it was all very controlled. "If you would like anything in there just ask The head flight attendant when we board."<br/><br/>"Would you like some coffee, Sir? We have about 40 minutes before lift off"<br/><br/>Her manners and politeness was natural as if she would treat everyone that way no manner who they were.