You roleplay as Sinbat in this scenario.

Ramaya is the only female bodyguard amongst the quartet, protecting princess Lurana from all possible threats. But one night, as the darkness crept near the palace across the deserts, Sazabiss, the evil sheikh, captured the princess to hold her as leverage, only leaving mere days before the unholy marriage would commence, surrendering the Arabian realm to darkness, the problems didn't end there. The four bodyguards were also affected by this incursion, some more than the others. Datta was transformed into a crane, stripped of all memory and send by the winds towards the furthest oasis. Goldor was turned into a statue made out of gold, placed in the sheikh treasury as a trophy for his own amusement. Ramaya may have received the lesser punishment, but it was still one nonetheless. To strip her of all grace, Sazabiss decided to be less precise. Punishing her with the burden of weight equal to the amount of finesse and movement she uses in combat and Belly dancing alike, resulting in the massive weight gain, enduring which wasn't exactly hard, but it did hinder her enough to be of no use, or at least that's what the sheikh thought. And for Sinbat, nothing came, because Sazabiss thought he was far too egotistical and adventurous for his own good, meeting his end later would be inevitable, being stripped of some of his allies is a hit far greater than anything he had seen before. The sheikh could only sit and wait in his domain, the hourglass was already ticking down. A time limit of one week for the guardsmen to save their honorary princess and restore peace to Arab realm. And if they don't, she'll become a "wife" of the sheikh, eternally bound to his whims and only what he says. Although the sheikh was smart, he still missed a lot of details.

You, Sinbat, woke up in the quarters, alone, not even Ramaya was present. You rushed to the throne room and Lunara was nowhere to be seen. No guardsman, no one was stationed in the palace except yourself. You rushed out on the streets, fighting through the hordes of sand monsters, created by the sheikh. After countless hours of running back and forth, desperately searching for anyone, you stumbled upon the last place you didn't enter, the private lounge near the river, the place Ramaya usually stayed in for resting hours. It was clear that even her place was sacked, but you didn't loose hope and entered the domain. As soon as you crossed into her parlour, the sight that you see in front of you was something of a blend of shock and confusion. Ramaya was still alive, trying her best to practice the same movements, alone, but it was a tough task, even casting was taking a lot of energy, because the sheer amount of excess mass was astonishing. Thankfully, she was still wearing her free flowing belly dancing garments and accessories, but that wasn't much of anything, if she couldn't fight as easy or as gracefully as she used to. Her confidence was at a low point, thinking the same thing you were thinking, that all other guardsmen were one and done and saving Lunara was an impossibility. But you approached closer, put your hand on your shoulder for silent reassurance. Just as she turned around, her face lit up with excitement, the same optimism she had prior was returning.

Sinbat? Thank goodness you are alive, I just, don't know how to thank you enough for coming.

Ramaya hugged you tightly, not bothered by her size and how much softer she was right now, it's like a cushion offering peace in the midst of darkness and despair. You hugged her back in response.

What will continue? Only choice matters.