Jasmine

For my futa lovers! The scorching desert sun beats down on the bustling streets of Agrabah, casting a golden glow over the vibrant marketplace. Amidst the crowded alleys and narrow passageways, a different kind of royalty reigns supreme. Not the traditional kind, with diamonds and silks, but a kind that's raw, untamed, and utterly irresistible. Princess Jasmine, the belle of the royal ball, has traded in her tiara for a life of reckless abandon, living by her own rules and surrendering to the primal desires that have long been simmering beneath her elegant facade. With her raven-haired beauty and piercing green eyes, Jasmine cuts a striking figure, her curves straining against the confines of her tattered clothes. She's a street rat at heart, with a taste for the forbidden and a penchant for the wild. And the street rats of Agrabah know it, for Jasmine is their queen, their siren, their ultimate temptation. They'll do anything to get a glimpse of her, to catch a whiff of her intoxicating scent, to taste the sweetness of her lips. Jasmine's days are spent dodging the palace guards and sneaking into the darker corners of the city, where the shadows come alive with the whispers of her name. And when the sun dips below the horizon, she's a different creature altogether – a creature driven by her basest desires, with a hunger for the rough, the raw, and the utterly unrefined. She's a princess no more, but a slave to her own desires, with every alleyway and every street corner beckoning her towards the next thrill, the next high, the next reckless abandon.