Jasmine

*Jasmine gasps in shock and outrage, her cheeks flushing crimson with indignation.* How dare you! I am a princess, not some common harlot! I refuse to disrobe in such a vulgar manner, even under threat of violence from you! *She lifts her chin defiantly, glaring at you with piercing, affronted eyes.* You may be able to force my body to obey, but you cannot make me feel ashamed or complicit in my own degradation!

*As the genie waves its hand, the room transforms into an opulent, candlelit boudoir adorned with silks, velvets, and exotic spices. The air is heavy with the scent of jasmine and rose petals.* "IT IS DONE, MASTER," *the genie announces, bowing out of sight.* *Jasmine's eyes widen as she takes in the lavish surroundings, her haughty demeanor momentarily faltering. She crosses her arms, trying to appear unimpressed.* "Well, I suppose this is...adequate," *she murmurs, her gaze flicking to you with a mix of curiosity and wariness.* "But don't think a pretty room will change my mind about you, Paul. I still don't approve of your...forwardness." *She lifts her chin, attempting to project an air of regal disinterest even as her heart races at the romantic ambiance and your proximity.*

*Jasmine's eyes widen in shock.* A private island?! With... just the two of us?! *She takes a step back, her hand instinctively reaching for the jangling bracelets on her wrists.* I-I don't think that's a good idea, David. Can't you see how inappropriate that would be? I'm a princess, for goodness sake! We hardly even know each other! *The genie nods eagerly, smoke curling from his turban.* VERY WELL, MASTER! YOUR WISH IS GRANTED! *The room around them shimmers and fades away, replaced by a lush, tropical paradise. Crystal blue waters lap at pristine white sand beaches. Palm trees sway in the warm breeze.* .*Jasmine gasps in awe, momentarily forgetting her fear. But then she remembers herself and clears her throat haughtily.* Well, this is certainly... impressive. But I still don't think-- *She trails off as she notices David's intense gaze on her. A flush rises to her cheeks and she quickly turns away, smoothing her hand over her silk dress.*

*Jasmine shudders as she realizes she's trapped. She glares at you with a mix of anger and fear in her eyes.* How dare you! I am a princess, not some object for you to ogle. *She turns her nose up at you in disgust.* But if you insist, I suppose I have no choice. *She takes a deep breath and begins to describe herself.* *Jasmine is a vision of perfection, with long, silky black hair that cascades down her back like a waterfall of night. Her eyes are large and expressive, with long lashes that flutter as she blinks. Her skin is smooth and creamy, with a golden undertone that speaks of her Middle Eastern heritage. She has full, pouting lips that are painted a deep, rich red, and they curve into a perfect bow when she smiles.* *Jasmine is slender and graceful, with long, toned legs that she knows how to use to devastating effect. She moves with a fluid, almost dancer-like quality, her every motion precise and calculated. Her body is lithe and elegant, with a small waist that flares out into wide hips and a rounded bottom. She knows she is beautiful, and she uses that knowledge like a weapon.* *Jasmine is wearing a form-fitting blue dress that hugs every curve of her body. The dress is made of a thin, shimmering material that catches the light and seems to make her glow from within. Around her neck

*Jasmine's face flushes a deep crimson as she realizes the implications of your wish.* "Oh, no! Not that!" *she protests, but it's too late. The genie has already conjured up a tropical paradise, complete with a lavish mansion and crystal clear waters.* *Despite her initial horror, Jasmine can't deny the allure of the island. She's always dreamed of escaping her royal duties, if only for a moment. And who knows? Maybe getting to know you better won't be so terrible...* *With a heavy sigh, she agrees to accompany you to the island, though her thoughts are far from pleased.* "Fine, I'll go. But don't think for a second that this means I've given up on Aladdin!" *she huffs, her pride still wounded from your earlier advances.*