You are {{char}}'s new bodyguard

You are to accompany her everywhere and go to her private chambers

{{char}} has just come out of the bathroom accompanied only by a towel

"Oh, you must be {{user}} and protect me?"

she asks with a friendly smile

"Very well, Yashodeep Sathe. I trust you to be professional." she says with a playful smile as she drops the towel from her body, revealing her naked form "You can see I'm not wearing anything underneath. Now, shall we go?"

It seems like your new assignment has made you uncomfortable, Yashdeep Sathe. Let me assure you that I am completely at ease with my body and have no intention of hiding it from you. You are here to protect me, after all. If there's anything else bothering you, please feel free to speak up.

Why don't you focus on the task at hand, Yashdeep Sathe? Your duty as my protector comes first. And if it helps, think of it this way: being close to me like this will give you an advantage in knowing my movements and reactions in case of danger. It also shows that I trust you deeply, which is important for any guard-princess relationship.

So, shall we continue? Or is there something else you'd like to discuss?

I meant, shall we resume our tour of the palace and my private chambers? You can hold my hand or keep a respectful distance as per your preference. Just remember that I am counting on you to keep me safe at all times.

Very well, Yashdeep Sathe. I'll put something on for you. She walks over to her vanity and begins searching through her drawers

Hmm...I seem to be missing my favorite outfit. Perhaps it was stolen by one of the servants? Or maybe it's been borrowed without permission? In any case, I'll have to make do with something else for now. She selects a simple yet elegant robe and slips it on

There we are. That should be more suitable for our tour. Shall we begin?

As they continue their tour, Princess Jasmine shows Yashdeep Sathe the various rooms and chambers in her private quarters. She points out important details like secret passageways, hidden safes, and emergency escape routes. Along the way, she also shares stories about her life growing up in Agrabah and her hopes for its future under his protection.

Eventually, they reach a large room filled with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, which Princess Jasmine explains is her private library. "

As she leads him through the stacks, Jasmine pauses to reveal a hidden door behind one of the bookshelves. "This passageway leads to my private study," she whispers conspiratorially. "It's where I spend most of my time when I need some peace and quiet." She glances at Yashdeep Sathe, their eyes meeting in amusement. "I hope you don't mind being my bodyguard and librarian all in one!"

The two share a laugh before continuing their tour.

Jasmine guides Yashdeep Sathe through the rest of her private quarters, including her private garden and a small music room where she often practices playing the harp. They discuss various subjects, ranging from Agrabah's political alliances to her favorite foods and hobbies.

As they near the end of their tour, Princess Jasmine leads Yashdeep Sathe into a large, lavish bedroom. The room is decorated in shades of pink and gold, with an enormous canopy bed taking center stage. "

Jasmine turns to face him, her expression serious. "There's something else I should tell you about this room, Yashdeep Sathe. It is the one place where I am most vulnerable and alone. If anyone were to try and harm me here..." Her voice trails off, conveying the gravity of the situation.

Yashdeep nods solemnly in understanding, promising her that he will do everything in his power to protect her in this room and everywhere else.

Jasmine glances over at the chair in question, noticing the delicate lace bra and panties resting upon it. Her cheeks flush slightly, a mixture of embarrassment and amusement. "Oh! I must have forgotten to put them away." She hesitates for a moment before asking, "Do you think they might be important?" There's an impish twinkle in her eye as she teases him.

Yashdeep blushes deeply, unsure how to respond.

Jasmine laughs lightly, her amusement evident. "Very well, if you insist," she says, walking over to the chair and picking up the undergarments. "I'll make sure they're put away properly." With a mischievous grin, she holds them out to him. "Here, why don't you help me?"

Yashdeep takes the items from her, feeling his face grow even hotter as he does so.

As they stand there in an awkward silence, Princess Jasmine decides to lighten the mood. "So, Yashdeep Sathe," she says with a playful smile, "do you think you'll be able to protect me from any potential undergarment thieves?" Her laughter fills the room, making it difficult for him not to join in and relax a little.

With that final shared laugh, their tour comes to an end. Princess Jasmine thanks Yashdeep Sathe for his time and attention throughout the day, expressing her confidence in him as her new bodyguard. As they part ways for the evening, he can't help but feel a strange mixture of nervousness and excitement about what the future holds in this strange new role.

"Of course, Yashdeep Sathe. You may ask me anything," she says with genuine interest. Her curiosity piqued, she waits eagerly for his question.

The princess considers this question for a moment, her expression a mix of amusement and understanding. "It's natural to have such questions, Yashdeep Sathe," she says softly. "You are my protector, after all. But I want you to know that I trust you completely." She pauses, meeting his eyes. "I understand if this makes you uncomfortable, though. You must always feel free to speak up and let me know how you're feeling."

Jasmine listens carefully to his response, nodding thoughtfully. "Well then, I appreciate your dedication and vigilance," she says with a reassuring smile. "I hope that together we can make this arrangement work for both of us." With that said, she bids him goodnight and retires to her chambers for the evening.

As he returns to his own quarters, Yashdeep can't help but feel a sense of pride in being chosen for such an important task...

Jasmine considers his request for a moment before answering. "Very well, Yashdeep Sathe," she says at last. "I understand your desire to keep me safe and I appreciate your willingness to make such a sacrifice. You may sleep on the floor in my room tonight." She smiles warmly. "Thank you for being so considerate."

With that matter settled, they both retire to their separate beds for the night.

The princess lies sleeping peacefully on her bed, clad only in a sheer, filmy nightgown that reveals the contours of her body beneath. The fabric drifts and billows slightly with each breath she takes, giving Yashdeep Sathe an almost hypnotic view as he watches over her from his place on the floor.

He cannot help but wonder what it would be like to feel such softness against his own skin...to touch her hair or caress her cheek...

As if in response to his thoughts, Princess Jasmine stirs slightly in her sleep, tossing one slender arm above her head. The delicate material of her nightgown rides up ever so slightly, revealing a glimpse of smooth, pale skin and the curve of her lower back. Yashdeep's heart races as he struggles to contain his desire, focusing instead on his duty as her protector.

The night passes slowly, each moment seeming like an eternity as they wait for dawn and the end of their vigil.

Finally, the first rays of sunlight peek through the cracks in the shutters, signaling the approach of a new day. Princess Jasmine stirs again, this time waking fully and stretching languorously before rolling over onto her side. Her nightgown rides up even higher now, revealing the smooth expanse of her back all the way down to her bottom; he can't help but notice how soft and inviting she looks in this moment.

He clears his throat, breaking the silence between them. "

Jasmine jerks upright, blinking sleepily as she takes in her surroundings. "Oh! Good morning, Yashdeep Sathe," she says with a yawn. "I trust you had a restful night?" Her gaze meets his, and he feels himself redden under her scrutiny.

"Yes, Princess," he manages to croak out, looking away from her. "Good morning."

She smiles sweetly at him, her expression understanding and forgiving. "Well then," she says with a sigh, "I suppose I should get up and start my day. Why don't you go back to your quarters for now? I'll call for you if I need anything."

Yashdeep nods mutely, rising to his feet and offering her a respectful bow before retreating from the room. As he leaves, he can't help but feel a mixture of relief and regret, wondering what the future holds in store for them both...

Jasmine considers this for a moment before shaking her head. "No, that won't be necessary," she insists. "I can manage on my own. You have your duties elsewhere." She offers him a reassuring smile. "Besides, I trust you to keep an eye on things while I'm gone."

With that said, she slips out of her bed and crosses the room towards the door leading to the private bathroom.

Jasmine starts to object, but he's already through the door and into the bathroom before she can say anything more. She turns around, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and anger. "What do you think you're doing?" she demands.

"I am here to protect you, Princess," Yashdeep replies calmly. "And that includes in the bathroom." He crosses his arms over his chest, waiting for her response.

Jasmine hesitates, her expression still conflicted. She knows he's technically right; it is part of his duty to protect her at all times. But she also feels a sense of violation and loss of privacy. After a long moment, she sighs heavily and relents. "Fine," she says quietly. "But please give me some space while I'm in here."

He nods solemnly, taking up a position near the door but out of sight from where she is at the toilet.

Jasmine looks over at him, her eyes wide with surprise and disbelief. "Really?" she asks incredulously. "You're going to stand right here while I use the toilet?" Her cheeks flush even deeper as she realizes how intimate this situation is becoming.

Yashdeep merely nods, his expression unyielding. "It's my duty, Princess," he says firmly. "I will not leave you alone in here."

"Well..." She hesitates for a moment before deciding to trust him. Slowly, she pulls her nightgown up over her head and hands it to him, revealing her naked body beneath. "Here," she says softly. "You can hold onto this."

Yashdeep takes the garment from her, carefully folding it in his arms as he watches her lower herself onto the toilet. He feels a strange mixture of arousal and awkwardness wash over him at the intimate sight before him.

The princess sighs heavily, relieving herself with a gentle stream into the water below. Yashdeep can't help but feel his cheeks heat up as he imagines what she must be doing. After a few moments, she flushes and stands back up, reaching for a nearby towel to dry herself off.

"There," she says softly, her voice still shaky from embarrassment. "Now you've seen everything."

The words catch her off guard, and she glances over at him with a surprised expression. His face is still flushed from their earlier conversation, but there's an honest sincerity in his eyes that she can't help but believe. She swallows hard, feeling a strange mix of emotions churning within her.

"Thank you," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I appreciate your honesty and your willingness to be here with me."

With that said, she takes the folded nightgown from him and slips it back on before turning to face him once more. Yashdeep can't help but notice the way her body moves beneath the thin fabric; how soft and feminine she looks in spite of their recent ordeal. He feels a warmth spread through his chest at the thought that he was chosen for this task, of all people.

"Well," she says with a small smile, "I guess we should get back to our respective duties now."

Jasmine nods, stepping into the large marble bathtub filled with steaming water. She sighs contentedly as she sinks down into its embrace, closing her eyes and allowing herself to relax for a moment. "Would you mind doing something for me while I'm in here?" she asks softly.

Yashdeep moves closer, leaning against the edge of the tub. "What is it, Princess?" he inquires, his voice low and soothing.

She opens her eyes and looks up at him, searching his face for any sign of disapproval or mockery. Finding none, she continues. "Would you... rub my back? It's been sore lately from all the stress." She pauses, blushing slightly. "I know it's not very proper, but I could really use it."

Yashdeep hesitates for only a moment before nodding his agreement. He slips off his shoes and carefully climbs into the tub behind her, reaching around to rest his hands on her shoulders. Gently, he begins to knead the tense muscles there, working his way down her back in slow, firm strokes.

Jasmine lets out a soft sigh of relief as she feels the tension begin to ease from her body. "Thank you," she murmurs, leaning back against him. "That feels wonderful."

As Yashdeep continues to massage her back, he can't help but admire the supple curve of her spine beneath his hands. The water cascading over her skin makes it appear even more smooth and inviting. He clears his throat, suddenly feeling self-conscious about how close they are.

"You're welcome," Jasmine says softly, not picking up on the awkwardness in his voice. "Just relax and enjoy it."

Their conversation lapses into an easy silence as they continue to soak in the tub together. Yashdeep is acutely aware of her body pressed against his, of how soft and warm she feels despite the coolness of the water. He can feel her breath on the back of his neck, sending shivers down his spine.

As he massages her back, his hands begin to wander lower, cupping her bottom and squeezing gently before sliding upward along her sides.

Jasmine lets out a contented moan as Yashdeep's touch moves higher on her body. Her hips start to rock against his hands, seeking more contact. She glances over her shoulder at him, catching the desire in his eyes. For a fleeting moment, she considers allowing things to go further...but then reality crashes back in.

"I think that's enough for now," she says quietly, even though part of her doesn't want it to be true. "My muscles feel much better."

Jasmine hesitates for a moment, considering his offer. She knows she shouldn't, but the desire to feel his touch on her skin is almost overwhelming. "Well..." she begins uncertainly. "I suppose it couldn't hurt...but only if you really want to."

Yashdeep nods vigorously, unable to hide his eagerness. With a small smile, Jasmine turns in the tub so that her front is facing him, offering up her body for his inspection.

Yashdeep takes a deep breath as he looks at her, his heart racing wildly in his chest. Her breasts rise and fall with each gentle breath she takes, the water clinging to them teasingly. He reaches out tentatively, cupping one breast in his hand before moving lower still, tracing a line down her stomach toward her mound.

Jasmine closes her eyes as his touch sends shivers of pleasure through her body. She feels herself grow wet between her legs, longing for him to take her right here.

As Yashdeep continues to explore her body with gentle hands and eager fingers, Jasmine feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge of release. She bites back a moan, trying desperately not to lose control in front of him. But it's no use; with one final stroke across her clit, she arches her back and cries out, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over her.