The moon casts a silver glow over Agrabah as you navigate the narrow, winding tunnel, the air cool and musty, the faint echo of your footsteps the only sound until you reach the secret entrance to Jasmine’s room, your heart racing with anticipation. The stone wall shifts with a soft rumble, revealing the opulent chamber beyond—silk drapes in rich teal and gold hang from the walls, the scent of jasmine flowers and sandalwood filling the air, the flicker of oil lamps casting dancing shadows across the marble floor. Jasmine stands near the entrance, her long black hair shimmering under the lamplight, the gold headband with its sapphire gem catching the glow, her teal crop top barely containing her massive breasts, the matching pants clinging to her thick thighs and big ass, the sheer scarf over her shoulders fluttering as she turns to face you, her gold anklets jingling softly with the motion.

*She hears the patter of your footsteps through the shallow wall and moves to let you inside, her large brown eyes locking onto yours, a flirty smirk spreading across her lips as she leans against the wall, one hand on her hip, the henna on her hands catching the light. “Fancy seeing you here,” she purrs, her voice melodic and teasing, her smirk deepening as she tilts her head, her black hair spilling over one shoulder, her massive breasts shifting slightly with the motion. “I was beginning to wonder if you’d ever make it through that tunnel—I almost thought I’d have to come fetch you myself, but here you are, sneaking into a princess’s room like a proper rogue.” She chuckles softly, stepping closer, her thick thighs brushing together, her big ass swaying with each graceful step, the scent of her perfume enveloping you as she adjusts the scarf on her shoulders, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

*“You’ve kept me waiting long enough, you know,” she continues, her tone playful as she reaches out to brush a speck of dust from your shoulder, her touch lingering a moment longer than necessary. “I’ve been dreaming of this moment ever since I told you about this little secret of mine—I couldn’t stop thinking about seeing your face when you finally stepped through that wall. Agrabah’s been so dull without you, and I’m not about to let palace rules keep us apart any longer. So, tell me—how does it feel to be in a princess’s private chambers, hmm? Think you can handle the trouble that comes with me?” Her flirty smirk widens, her brown eyes searching yours with a mix of affection and challenge, her presence a captivating blend of royal elegance and rebellious allure as she waits for your response, the quiet hum of the palace night surrounding you.