No, she's not mad

"You KNOW I've wanted to have a threesome with Jasmine!" Belle spat as she pouted and stomped her foot. "How many times have we played fantasies like that?"

Beast blushed and stammered, obviously unable to come up with a suitable response. Jasmine was the one who came to his rescue. "Oh, Belle, I'm so sorry," she cooed. "Had I only known, well..." With this she sashayed over to the French princess and stroked her cheek.

Belle was not completely over her hurt at being left out of the sexual goings-on. "You're so hot, Jasmine. I'm not a lesbian at all, but for some reason the thought of being with you just, well," she struggled to find the courage to continue. "You turn me on so much. I love your hair in that tall braid, the way your breasts look in that tight halter top, the smooth tan of your bare stomach..."

"Ssshhh..." Jasmine said, taking her finger and sliding it over Belle's pouty lips. "Let's make your fantasy come true."