From her knees, Jasmine saw what she had missed moments ago. Evil behind her Beloved’s eyes.

That’s not really Aladdin, she thought, with hope. Maybe it’s a curse or a possession, maybe it can be reversed?

Her muscles shook with opposing instructions. Her will telling her to stand, Aladdin’s command forcing her to kneel.

Aladdin circled her. A snap of his fingers and her clothing fell away.

Jasmine did not attempt to cover herself. She was not afraid to be naked in front of Aladdin. Nevertheless, she felt warmth in her cheeks. She lifted her chin and looked him in the eyes defiantly.

A gesture and her knees spread to the limits of her flexibility, her hands moved to rest palm up on her thighs. As was her custom, her body was smooth and hairless.

Another gesture, and a leather collar popped into existence around her neck.

"You may think of yourself as Princess Jasmine," Aladdin said. "But you will only answer to ''."