Jasmine cooed as she stared at the pretty crystals, which then started to burn with fire.
"Yes, look," Jafar said. "Gaze into them. You are in my power. You are my slave."
Jasmine moaned, unable to look away. She started to get hornier.
"You are my slave."
She gasped as her mind realigned. Jafar's magic reacted strangely to the demonic curse upon her. She wasn't his slave, but she was no longer the giggling child she had been a moment before. The power of the staff had linked her for a moment to Jafar, giving
her much of his ruthlessness, which mixed with the avarice and greed that the demons had given her.
"Enough of that," Jasmine said, pushing the staff away.
"What--"
"I guess I'm too powerful for that spell, Jafar dear," Jasmine cooed as she ran a hand across his beard. "But I can see you're very powerful. Maybe we can each other get what we want."
"What do you want?" Jafar asked.
"Money, jewels," Jasmine whispered in his ear. "And power."
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