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Chapter 5 by ThomasMoro ThomasMoro

Does Fatima take off her clothes?

Not just no, but hell no

"What do you take me for?" asked Fatima. "Here I am, a humble God-fearing Muslim woman, and you -- a princess, of all people -- have the nerve to ask me to do something that even a lowly belly dancer would not do! Now I know why a woman your age never got married!"

"Okay, okay," said Jasmine. "please forget I said anything, Fatima. Can you go get me some large towels instead?"

"Anything for you, Mistress," said Fatima. "Your wish is my command."

And with that, she rushed off to obey Jasmine's command.

Minutes later, Fatima returned with an armful of thick, fluffy towels, each capable of covering the body of a woman much larger and curvier than Jasmine. Jasmine grabbed one towel out of the bundle Fatima held, wrapped it around her torso, and then turned to look in the mirror.

The towel seemed to do an adequate job of covering most of Jasmine's naked body. True, it did not cover as much as Jasmine's bare bosom and legs as she would have liked but it did give her some sense of modesty. At least it did until it fell off.

Jasmine sighed and bent down to pick up the towel. But when she wrapped it around herself again, the towel only stayed on for less than a minute. Then it fell off again.

Okay, thought Jasmine. So we'll try a different towel.

But none of the towels that Fatima had brought to her stayed on. Indeed, the one towel that she had tied with a double knot to keep it from falling off even vanished.

"Mistress!" said Fatima. "It looks like a sign from Allah."

"It's a sign from somebody, all right," said Jasmine, trying to repress a whimper.

She fetched some coins from a little cubbyhole and pressed them into Fatima's hands.

"Please run down to the marketplace and buy me some new clothes, Fatima," Jasmine said. "And please hurry!"

"Your wish is my command," said Fatima.

As she rushed off, Jasmine breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps things will work out after all, she thought.

Then she heard a familiar male voice outside her door say, "Princess Jasmine. Please come out. I need to speak with you."

Who is the person who wants to speak with Jasmine?

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