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Diana, the Princess of Thymescira, the mighty Wonder Woman... Grunted and wiggled within the golden bonds of her own lasso. The soft golden light glowing. Entangled by the man before her, there was nothing she could do. She was at the mercy of this mad man. The Lasso compelled her to tell the truth... And to obey~

The mighty Arabian brute, Razoul, smiled big and chuckled softly as he held on to the lasso of truth, planning on making her surrender to him. “Now that I have you right where I want you, you want nothing more but to surrender yourself to your new master, don’t you, slave?” He watched as the lasso glowed, smiling even bigger as he knew she would have no choice but to obey and serve him.

The last thing Kim had expected was to get knocked upon the head! In one moment she had been exploring on her own, and in the next... if she had to be honest, she could not remember anything. Only darkness.

Unexpected things had happened to her before, and bad things, too. But what about now? To have someone knock her out cold would mean they had either done it, because they wanted to get a chance to run away from her... or because they wanted her to become easier to handle.

Darkness... And, from what Kim could feel, tight space. Wherever she was, it was in a very, very small room, forcing her to hug her legs to herself. At the same time, however, she was not limited in any other way, tied up or with her mouth taped - and that had happened to her before.

There were all kinds of villains, and Kim knew they all liked to act differently towards their captives. If she was one now, whoever had her had some very strange ideas about what to do with girls they caught...

Bit by bit, she seemed to remember; things were coming back to her. When you wake up, you will hear music, and when that happens, you must dance. It was all very strange, but she had been compelled to do what the words told her - it felt like they had control over her, like they were somehow guiding her actions now.

And then, soon enough, the music came. With her heart beating a mile a minute, Kim burst out of the basket, starting to dance, and took a glance down at the basket. Had that thing really managed to hold her? She wasn’t small anymore! And she noticed something else as well; if she had been wearing her pants and shirt before, now she wore a dancer’s clothes. How odd! And all these men seemed to be looking at her at the same time!

Jasmine had been the royal princess of Agrabah, and she had the life every princess might have dreamed of. Riches beyond anyone’s dreams and servants that bent to every whim. She even got to spend a lot of time when her good friends, Diana and Rey, who each visited from their own neighboring kingdoms quite often. They were all so close to each other, the best of friends. 

In fact, Jasmine had been known to sneak out of the palace grounds, in order to visit and tour through Agrabah’s city like a tourist. Of course, she’d grown more mature, now. She wasn’t ignorant of things as she’d might have been when she was but a child, a young girl clutching her father’s hand. 

It was on one of these certain little outings that Diana and Rey had joined Jasmine. And to keep from being recognized easily, they dressed as common people. But they were also women, and sought to be extra attractive; they were all after some fun, of course. That’s all. Or at least, that’s what they told each other. 

Grim was a part of a group of investigators who went after her target They had traveled to Agrabah in the hopes of catching him there. Unfortunately, the rest of her group did not actually know who she was. For all they knew, she was a mute man who wore a suit and mask named Alexander. Who also really liked his privacy. She chose this identity to better hide herself among them, even going as far as to wear a different suit, a man's venetian mask, and cutting her hair. She missed having her long hair, but she was certain it would grow back.

Truthfully, she was an assassin hired to kill the one they were attempting to find. She wanted to avoid as much attention being drawn to her as possible. In the past, she could explain away her appearance. But there? She had no viable reason to dress in the way she usually did. If she was a part of a group from the same area with the same sorts of outfits, however, she had a reason to be dressed the way she did.

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Najwa, Tasnim and Raisha, the beloved Harem Girl triplets of Agrabah were so bored in their Massage Parlor home since Razoul, the captain of the Royal Guard had last visited them, even Aladdin since they were now Jasmine’s new maids.

They hope maybe Razoul could bring his fellow guards to entertain them for having to defend the city. Raisha likes Fazahl, aside from his rotund body. Tasnim likes Razoul as Najwa liked to be around Hakim.