Delivered to my door by a merchant.

For three days, I had a hard time keeping from jerking off at the thought of the Princess of Agrabah being my own personal slut. But somehow, I endured it anyway.

Then on the evening of the third day, around nine o'clock, I heard somebody knocking at my door. I tried to keep from running, instead walking leisurely over as if I wasn't expecting company.

When I opened it, I found myself looking at a charicature-like little man I should have expected when I ordered a disney girl. In fact, I recognized that bulbous nose and those beady eyes--it was the merchant from the opening of the movie. I tried not to think of why the Roboslut company would have a copy of this guy lying around.
He grinned, and his face stretched like rubber to show a comically huge smile. "Thank you for your patronage, master Smith. This one is a real keeper, yes?" He raised his hand, which held a chain, and gave it a tug.
I looked up the length of the chain and saw that it ended in a finely-made silver collar, kept around the neck of...Jasmine.
She stood next to him, wearing a brown cloak over her blue bikini top and translucent blue pants. As I shifted my gaze to her face, I caught a glimpse of sadness in her large eyes before she gave me a warm smile.

I took a deep breath and spoke, trying to act the part. "I can assume that she's clean and...undamaged?"

"Oh yes. Only the best treatment for your little princess," said the merchant. I saw Jasmine flinch for a moment at the title.

"Very well then." I held my hand out for the chain and he handed it to me before walking off down the street, chuckling to himself.