She gets turned on.

The strong hashish went straight to her head, and she felt a weird floating sensation, like she was on a cloud of carelessness. She was somehow a bit hungry... and strangely aroused. She could feel her pussy tense and her underwear get wet as she let her gaze linger on Hassan's strong, tanned torso... down his flowing shirt, towards that big cock she could guess at under the thin clothes...

It's hot here, she thought, as her head felt lighter and lighter. She undid a button on her already revealing dress, her breasts now aggressively displaying out of her push-up bra. She noticed Jamal sneaking glances, his discomfort evident as he tried to hide a growing erection. Hassan wasn't sneaking, he ogled her while reclining, his legs spread, his hard cock clearly visible under the whitish pants. She felt like she was attracted to that cock like a magnet. She decided to close her eyes and pretend to sleep, or she feared she might pounce on the forbidden fruit.