Odalisque. At that time, Sora didn't know what that meant but instead smiled "Sir?" The man who ogled at the young beauty of him did not restrain himself from tainting the poor child. That was the night  the ever-so enchanting flower wilted like a lamplight that had lost it's glow and brought the street to darkness. 

Not once had a smile plastered itself on her lips. 

Not even when the oba-san of the house threw a great party just for her sweet seventeen. 

But the night after the party was a different matter, for Sora smiled once more - and that was the start of the long chain of smiles up next.