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You have spent the past week eagerly waiting for your new Robo-Slut. As a young man in his late 20s who had recently broken up with his girlfriend (who never even put out), you've been **** for some level of control and intimacy in your life, something that you are hoping this Robo-Slut will be able to fulfill for you. Sure, the price of it basically annihilated your savings account, and the longer it took to arrive the more you were starting to think this might not have been the wisest use of that money. But you have seen other people with their own Robo-Sluts around town, and from the brief interactions you've had with them none of them have had buyer's remorse. So you anxiously count the days while you work your 9-to-5 and try to rebuilt your empty bank account.

Finally, nine days after making your call to the Robo-Slut company, you hear a knock at your door. You open it to find a deliveryman holding a small box under his arm. After signing for the package, you take it and head into your living room.

Grabbing a box cutter from your kitchen drawer, you cut the tape sealing the box and open it to reveal a golden lamp that looked like it came right out of the animated movie. You pick it up and inspect it for a moment. There was no indication that this was a high-tech nanite containment unit, save for a small, nearly imperceptible panel under the handle of the 'lamp' that was hiding a USB slot. Setting the lamp down for the moment, you check the box for anything else and find a USB cable, along with a physical copy of your Product Tester agreement and an owner's manual for your new Robo-Slut. You take some time to skim through the manual, mostly to figure out how to get your new sexbot out of her lamp. Unsurprisingly, it turns out that all you have to do is rub the lamp to 'activate' her, and you can put her back in by rubbing the lamp again while she is within fifty or so feet. You also find out that the USB cable is meant to let you hook the lamp up to your computer, which will allow you to make edits to your Jasmine while she is in the lamp, as well as retrieve that all-important operation data that you had agreed to send the Robo-Slut company every week.

Deciding that this is all you need to know for now, you gather everything but the lamp up in the box and stash it away in a safe place in your bedroom for later. Then, with butterflies in your chest, you return to the lamp sitting on your coffee table. You briefly wonder whether you should prepare your tiny house a little more before activating your new toy, but your growing excitement wins out, so without any more delay you pick up the lamp and rub the side of it.

At first, the only thing that happens is that the lamp grows warmer under your hand. Pretty soon though, it begins trembling in your grip. You barely manage to brace yourself before a column of red smoke dramatically shoots out of the lamp's spout. It arcs down to the ground in front of you, and while it naturally billows outwards like you would expect smoke to at first, it quickly starts to coalesce into a growing pillar of smoke. In less than a minute the column is as tall as you are, and shortly after reaching this height it dissipates, leaving behind a marvelous sight: Princess Jasmine, dressed in the red slavegirl outfit Jafar made her wear at the end of the movie.

You stare at her in stunned amazement, not sure what to do now that your fantasy girl is standing right in front of you. Jasmine waves the remnants of red smoke away from her and looks around the room, asking in a dazed voice, "Where am I...?"

"You're in my house," you respond, before asking, "Are you really a... a genie?"

Upon hearing the word 'genie' it was as if a switch was flipped in Jasmine's mind. She gives you a smile and say in a sultry voice, "That's right Master, and for freeing me from the lamp I am now forever yours. As a lowly houri, I may not have the phenomenal cosmic power of a typical genie, but there is also no limit to the number of wishes I can grant. I can fulfill any sexual fantasy you desire, and more. Just wish for it, and it will be so."

Immediately after she finishes speaking, Jasmine gasps and covers her mouth, her face turning red with embarrassment. After a moment she squeaks out, "No, that's not..."

Her expression hardens into a determined glare, "I don't know why I just said all of that, but I am not a houri! I am Princess Jasmine of Agrabah!"

It takes you a moment to figure out the best way to respond to this, but you figure it would be best to play dumb for now, "Agrabah? Where's that?"

Jasmine gives you a dumbfounded look, "How do you not know of Agrabah? It is the most magnificent city in the whole world!"

"I dunno," you say, before getting an idea, "The name sounds familiar though... I think I might have read about it in a history book before."

"A history book?" Jasmine asks, before getting a look of growing dread on her face, "Oh no... h-how long was I in that lamp?"

"No idea," you say with a shrug, "I just found it outside on my way home and brought it here, and figure I'd rub it for the heck of it. Seems like I'm the luckiest guy on the block to have a... houri, right?"

"I'm not a... a houri," Jasmine repeats, though with much less conviction that before, "I can't be..."

"Well, there's one easy way to know for sure," you tell her, "If you are a houri, and I make a wish, you'll have to grant it, right?"

"R-Right..." she says, a hint of fear in her voice, "But maybe you should hold off on that for a moment while I-"

"Nah, I think the sooner we figure this out the better," you say, eager to test out the functionality of these nanobots, "I wish..."