It's the princess

Then you heard a voice from behind the crates softly say “Oh, hello?” and a suntanned girl with long black hair and and turquoise loose clothing stepped from behind them. “Uhm, you don’t look like henchies of Jafar’s.” You confirmed “That’s correct, we are not. I’m John, this is Donald and that is Goofy.” She looked more relieved and said “My name is Jasmine. My father is the Sultan of this land, but was deposed by the evil vizier Jafar. He seized Agrabah and is desperately looking for something called “a keyhole” or something like that.” At that notion you looked down the princess’ loose pants and noticed a wet stain and thought to yourself “I think I’ve found it already…” Jasmine continued “Jafar found me as I tried to escape, but then “HE” found me and helped me!” Donald looked at her questioning and asked “He who?” and Jasmine’s face lit up as she said “Aladdin! I hope he's alright, cause we had to split up as he had something he had to do in the desert.”

Suddenly you heard a silky smooth voice say “Ah, Aladdin, where can I find that street rat? My dear princess, let me find you some better suited company for you, as this won’t do, you see?” Then you materialized your staff and told Jasmine to run as you looked over your shoulder to her. There you saw Jasmine slightly bend through her knees with her hands on her crotch, breathing heavily as if she was recuperating from something. “Jasmine!” you yelled, at which she turned her sweat covered face to you with questions and slight humiliation written on it and she nodded. She bit through the awkward sensations she experienced and ran out the alley. Jafar noticed something was off, but then saw the staff in your hand and said smugly “Ah, that staff, so you are the keybearer.” and summoned a bunch of Heartless to entertain you while he walked away.