Colonel Hakim the head of Prime Minister Jasmine's own security palace team had betrayed his sworn leader at the decisive moment during her hour of need. The Agrabah Civil War had not been going good for the Feminists. Despite initially being able to keep the Jafari coup to the conservative countryside, his forces had slowly cutoff and strangled the progressive city. As Jafari forces slowly stormed into the city in heavy block by block fighting. Jasmine had been ready to compromise a peace and even a capitulation. But the now world famous mass stripping of the last session of the Feminist Senate could never have taken place had Hakim's security detail not betrayed her and seized the Senate opening the door the Jafaris outside.

The relationship between the young Prime Minister and Hakim the head of her security forces had always been tense. Hakim was not used to his new boss and never in his life had he taken orders from a woman. And not just a woman, but a Feminist who wore her womanhood on her sleeve and was determined to bring Agrabah into a new era of egalitarianism.

"You make yourself a target by dressing in those western infidel suits m'lady" Hakim had tried to warn her as diplomatically as possible. He had said infidel instead of whore.

But Jasmine did not take kindly to his tact.

"Hakim, you are my head of security not my fashion adviser. If I wanted you to be modeling dressed for me, I would have asked."

Hakim was mortified and enraged at how she had turned it around to emasculate him.

"Agrabah is a conservative Muslim country, by not wearing a veil you are inciting an Islamist Revolution against the Republic" Hakim warned darkly "as head of internal security, that is my business".

The guards Razoul, Fazahl, Hakim and Zagoolien all hated and despised "the Princess" as they called her. For a socialist and progressive she played the role of a young spoiled brat around the hired help. Typical hypocrisy fumed Hakim. She was like a woman from a different century in Agrabah there to disturb their medieval lives.

"You don't know Agrabah" Jasmine had finger wavingly lectured her guards. Agrabah is more than the countryside and the Mosques. It is a vibrant, cosmopolitan, commercial city. A window on the world. It could be a new Venice. A free republic.

"Venice was an infidel Christian city that made war on Islam" fumed Razoul.

"And it was a merchant republic of oligarchs" added Jasmine "But it was progressive for its time. And that part of it Agrabah can learn from. Just because we are Arab doesn't mean it has to be night forever. I see a dawning in the Arab world, which the Republic of Agrabah, under my leadership can lead".

Hakim rudely spit on the floor "Bah, Arabian days are hotter than hot. At least in Arabian nights one can breathe. In this desert the rising of the sun isn't something I look forward to."

As much as he despised Jasmine as a Red Feminist infidel. And hated her as a spoiled brat princess employer boss. Like any man, Hakim was charmed, seduced, lusted by Jasmine's incredible beauty. Seeing her standing with such power in her smart light blue business suit. She was unlike any woman Hakim had encountered in the traditional parts of Agrabah. Her beauty intoxicated him. As much as he wanted to complain about the impropriety of those times he a man was alone in a room with an unescorted young woman, the thought titillated him.

He began installing HD cameras in all Jasmine's rooms and her shower. Yes her shower. Watching her wash and soap those luscious bouncy tan breasts. He was an officer and a man of honor. But here he was acting like a teen voyeur perv. A peeping tom. No it wasn't like that. He was just doing his job as head of security. No he hated her. That bitch Marxist-Feminist. Revolutionizing Agrabah. Putting women on top of men. Upending the natural order. Turning the entire world upside down. She was an evil uppity cunt, and she deserved the humiliation of being watched like this. Of being lusted over like a piece of meat, whatever that feminist intellectual brain inside her head told her she was. Watching her shampoo that shiny black hair. And her other hairs.

He had thought of exactly what he'd say in his defense if she caught him. Their confrontation playing out in his mind.

"How dare you Hakim! You sick pervert. So this is the traditional religious man who didn't want to see me in suits. You sure wanted to see under my suit didn't you? You want me veiled so you can't see my face. You wanted to see everything else."

"My mistress, I was just trying to protect you. There are so many threats against you".

And then he would play on the Leftist Feminist intellectual's knowledge of revolutionary history

"As you know sister-comrade, the great Jacobin Revolutionary Marat was stabbed in his bath tub by that counterrevolutionary young woman. I was merely afraid of the reverse playing itself out in Agrabah. Of our great Jacobin Revolutionary Jasmine being in turn stabbed by a man as she bathed".

It was a nice dialectical reversal the revolutionary man stabbed in his bath by the young woman, the revolutionary young woman stabbed in her bath by the man.

He wasn't sure if Jasmine would have bought it. He probably would have been sacked anyway. But at least instead of being embarrassed if caught, he would be able to do some verbal swordplay with her, and put her on the defensive. Why should he fear her? He had seen her naked so many times. Watched her getting dressed every single morning. He felt that it stripped away all her haughty arrogant dignity as Feminist firebrand to see her uncovered underneath.

At the earliest opportunity Hakim struck a deal with the advancing Jafaris, being promised an internal security position in the new theocracy. He played a decisive role during the famous mass stripping of Feminists at the Agrabah Senate Hall. It would become a holding cell for Feminist political prisoners in the weeks after the Jafari triumph.

And now all the HD internal security footage that Hakim provided Jafar would play a critical role in contributing to her mental breaking. Jafar would have a panoramic 360 3D view of the rise and fall of Jasmine. He would have all her public speeches as Prime Minister as well as her private life inside the palace.