I think I should tell you a bit about myself first, so you'll know who you're designing for. As I mentioned before, my name is Scheherazade-- but you can call me Scher if that's too much trouble. I am the wife of King Shahryar, and before he and I met he had a wife who was unfaithful to him. Shahryar went a little crazy about that and decided he would marry a different girl every day and have her beheaded the next morning. He'd married and executed a thousand girls before I convinced my father the vizier to let me try.

I'm very well-educated, you see-- I've always loved histories and philosophies and poems, and I like to think I'm a fairly good storyteller. So as soon as we were wed, I begged to have my sister Dinazade come to bid me farewell on my last night. We'd planned it out in advance, of course, that she would beg me to tell her a story. And, oh, the story I told! I had to make it interesting, you see, because my life really depended on it! Shahryar was so interested that he was disappointed when I stopped at dawn without finishing the story, and he agreed that I should live another night to finish it.

As soon as I finished the first story, of course, I launched into the next, and we continued on like that for one thousand and one nights. I told the story of the Fisherman and the Jinni, and all about Sindbad, and Ali Baba, and Al-Adin. Every story I could think of, I told, night after night, until finally on the last night I confessed I had no more stories to tell. Shahryar, instead of killing me as I feared, smiled and told me that I would just have to be his queen until I came up with more. And... well, at the risk of being cliché... we lived happily ever after.