Jafar's woman walked several paces behind me as I led her out of the great hall. My room was a cold garret compared to the harems quarters, but still far more comfortable and spacious than most people had, even in the castle. And at least it was my own. Most of the servants shared large rooms with other servants. Only those who served Jafar in a personal, direct capacity had their own rooms at all. I was pretty sure Sapphire wouldn't actually complain to me about my living arrangements. But I still hoped she wouldn't personally, or privately disdain them either. Not that it meant much, she was treated better than I was, along with Jafar's other two favorites...but no better or more comfortable than either of them. And if the dismissive attitude he now showed her, giving her to me for the night with no restrictions or qualifications, or even looking her way...right now she wasn't considered equal to them either, right now.
If he needed to Jafar could enthrall these women to his will by magic. He could destroy their will and self identity in a moment of power. But he didn't need that with these three. They were sincerely honored by his affections and eager to attend him. Which meant the girl he had dismissed from his presence to be with me, even for a single night, was hurt and dejected. It also meant how soon she would be back her lords good graces was entirely up to me. If I gave a good report, it would show she was worthy of his attention and favor. If I said 'she did her best but not enough' or worse that she was lazy and didn't even try, she would have nothing from him but scorn and disdain until she proved herself again.
I opened the door and waved her in. I let the door slide shut. “What's your name again, Saph, right?” She nodded deeply. “We have the whole night ahead of us Saph. Why don't you start by taking off that ridiculous cloth and join me on the bed.” She took her gag off and walked to stand right in front of me, as I sat on my couch. “And the rest of the cloth sweetie, you knew that's what I meant right? If you're scared,keep the silk parts on. But the cloth, the dress, it comes off right now. I want to see if I like you. And I think you want me to like you...or at least, to like what you do.” She actually turned around to take the rest of her clothes off, except her bandanna. That she kept loosely around her neck, as a reminder or a possible hand hold. I smiled when she turned back around. “You must understand that a good report from me puts you back in the lords good graces. But whether you earn a bad report form me or a good one you will have , well, earned it one way or the other. Do you understand what that means?”
She held her arms in front of her, palms up. I nodded and she answered my question. “this night is a proving ground for me, a chance to demonstrate my worth and competence, as much as it is a show of disgrace and rejection of me from his majesty.”
“Exactly right. I don't mind telling you to have the woman in gold sent to my chambers for the night gives me a thrilling sense of self-confidence and delight. Even if it is just because he didn't want you at his side for a while. Now, once you take off my pants you will sink to your knees and put your head in my lap. Until I tell you to stop you will do nothing but caress and fondle me. Hopefully that will be because we've moved to more intense expressions of passion.”
...I'm happy to say she followed my instructions flawlessly. Now I decide if I tell Jafar that.
Editors Note: GNDN stands for "Goes Nowhere; Does Nothing"
