*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION*



Been a little while since I wrote about, IMHO, the best Disney Princess (well, best-looking).



No shortage of Princess Jasmine tales on my page, as many can attest. With that said, I had one in mind for a good while which I procrastinated about. It looped in my head, demanding release and I caved, deciding to also get a sexy little piece with it. Gangstargab more than delivered on that front.



If you like this and wanna commission her, you can see her prices on VGen.https://vgen.co/GangstarGab



Now why the slitted eyes and forked tongue? Read on and find out!



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OUTSTANDING STAFF



Jafar was a patient man.



He had to be if he wanted to claim it all, proper planning being indeed necessary to get exactly what he sought. From a mere scribe to the vizier of Agrabah, he had meticulously arranged for things to happen due to his efforts, but most importantly those of others. A schemer, cunning and manipulative, he knew what to say, how to propagate news and to whom it might best benefit or the opposite. Many would be quite content in his position, figuring that a cushy position in the palace, counselling the sultan himself, having three square and delicious meals a day would be more than enough, but not for him.



He was a greedy and power-hungry being, though in his own words he'd merely transcribe it as being ambitious. Well-read, a silent listener and a good decipherer of hidden intents, he did have a few people working for him to ensure he'd be on top. A very select few did so in complete awareness, like his pet parrot Iago. Flying around, gifted with speech and being so irritating that many just thought the bird was an idiot...which he was, but a very useful one for spying and reporting. Many who did work for him, however, weren't even aware of their participation in his campaign of personal gain and influence. Like the merchant whom he accused of faking his permit to enter Agrabah, creating evidence and key witnesses just so he could confiscate a few objects that could be seen as dangerous and an offense to the sultanate...only to then be shown leniency while a few effects were kept in the treasury...and some to himself.



Hissssssss~



But there was one agent, his most secret and useful, that did produce the greatest results. Nary a soul, not even Iago, knew of her as to keep her origins a secret was fundamental to his and her success. She went from a nobody to a dancer...to then being the very daughter of the man who occupied the position he craved so much. She was, of course, “Princess” Jasmine.



“We are alone. You may form up and give me your report,” Jafar said, looking up at some of his notes and the necessary steps to take in order to claim complete and, if possible, legitimate power within Agrabah. A long and arduous road, yet she was making it easier as Jafar turned around, a serpentine form akin to a shadow eventually emerged, then morphed into the familiar and sultry figure that he himself had planned for her. Young yet mature, a conniving yet calculated contrast to ensure that she'd be tempting yet forbidden. The light teal of her general bedlah-like gown, another choice of his, was replaced here with his colors, crimson as her slitted eyes looked up to him, then her tongue hissed before she bowed in respect.



“Master, it is done. My performance has indeed mesmerized many a fool, ensuring that the seeds for them thinking I'm the sultan's daughter will continue to bloom and flower,” Jasmine said, her general feigned innocence and feistiness dropped in favor of what she truly was: devoted and devious. She was in the service of the one man who could properly turn Agrabah into a very lucrative venture, her own beauty his design as per the magic contained in her vessel. “My...father, has seen the need for me to get married. You may start processing that you should be my husband, master.”



“The difference in age will be a problem, though your receptacle, albeit diminished without you contained inside, should work things out given time,” Jafar stated as he looked at the serpent staff, its gilded look and hooded head indeed being her vessel. Not quite a genie though certainly not human, she was akin to a spirit of magic who was bound to him. At first a shadow, merely a serpentine apparition, she could mesmerize and change forms and while he thought of her impersonating the sultan or perhaps a murderer...it would cause too much trouble, require too much planning and thus arouse suspicion. Yet going for a princess instead, carefully placing her so that she could enthrall the sultan could work in his favor, especially if they worked together. The staff had been taken from the merchant, his most potent tool yet, but he did desire another. “I will personally arrange for suitors myself, from different nations, sultanates, kingdoms and noble houses. You will, of course, give them the same treatment and reject them afterwards. Make it a show so that it distracts everyone.”



The news of the beautiful Princess Jasmine had carried on into the streets of Agrabah, then into other lands as per his expectations. Information, rumors and expectations were to be meticulously crafted at first, then unleashed so that they could grow to larger proportions. The tales told of her temper but also of her allure were a bit exaggerated, but then again Jafar did count on that. He had indeed crafted her appearance with care, not just personal preferences, to make it so she'd be attractive and desirable. He could admit to himself that some of his own penchants were in her own look, but he was but a man prone to momentary weaknesses.



“How goes the search for the magic lamp?” Jafar asked, going back to his shelves to look for the book upon which both legends and ostentatious facts were written down. A part of the scarab he had found, taken from the same merchant who “donated” the staff, but another was missing. That, and the location of the Cave of Wonders itself. He was growing a bit impatient, but such moods could be fertile ground for mistakes as he glanced at Jasmine as she hissed some more.



“I have found an old, wise man in a secluded shop. All mysterious, vague and trying too hard to sound interesting, but he fell to hypnosis all the same...I have the other piece of the scarab,” Jasmine said, producing the piece as this did pave the way for a smile to appear on Jafar's face. That was some progress indeed, himself unable to wait for his ascension to the throne by marrying the lovely “princess” and claiming undisputed authority eventually. “The location will be...difficult. Only a fragment of a parchment filled with holes tells the location of the cave through riddles.”



“I've worked with worse,” Jafar said, not too fazed as the magic lamp was indeed a centuries-old myth, some thinking it mere fable meant to create fantasies and wonder. Jafar knew better, that magic was indeed real. Jasmine herself was proof of that as she handed the parchment itself, indeed not in the best of states. “Your reputation and your looks might indeed create problems and troubles for you. I shall have a protector out there for you...though not a human if only to create some more mystique to your character.”



“May I humbly suggest a predator...a snake would be too on the nose, but what about a tiger? They are quick, fierce and can easily be...educated,” Jasmine suggested as Jafar chuckled upon her audacity. It would be difficult to obtain one, but far from impossible. He could almost see her hypnotize it into loyalty and submission, a fierce feline reduced to being but a glorified pet...he did like the idea.



“Yes, let's go with that. Now, since we are in the dead of the night, let us do the rounds together shall we? They think the princess asleep, so we can reinforce you to key denizens of the palace...including your father,” Jafar went on to say. Jasmine simply bowed and then slithered back into a snake made of shadows. The staff absorbed her, empowering itself to maximum capacity as what very few in its history ever knew was that this object was a living entity. It possessed will, power and so much more if it could be harnessed successfully. Without the spirit inside was it still a great tool of persuasion, but with her inside...well it could bend the will of even the greatest. As Jafar went out of his quarters did he prepare in his mind whom he'd visit, creating a mental list as he chuckled due to him remembering something Iago said.



Why don't you hypnotize Jasmine? Wouldn't that solve all yer problems?



How simple the parrot could be, a little smirk on his face as Jafar headed for the most satisfying of targets first: the sultan. He was the weakest-minded, the most foolish and he could indulge some even through all that patience of his. Iago would never know that Jasmine did not need to be hypnotized, not now or never and for the simplest of reasons.



She was already his.