Chapter 20
Truth or lie?
Now he was seriously stiff.
The girl looked at the cup in the vezir's hand, and Yago did not suck.
Rose resisted her hand and grabbed the death-throat tool. She pulled it over and looked incredulously at the golden fluid inside her, where her faint pale face mirrored on uneven ground.
"And do I have to believe that? What if you poison me like a poor man? "
"Let him taste it first," she shot at Yago.
"I do not care about the beak," he insulted, thinking that Jafar wanted to do the same - to find out where the card had taken.
"As I said, the cup has its magic attributes and one of them is that if the tea is poured into it and the drinker is drinking, the person will speak the truth. How many swallows you swallow, so many questions will be true. "
Rose was nevertheless skeptical, but he would either answer or answer the stupid idiot behind the door.
Before the vision was over, the girl drank the contents up to the bottom for a swallow, so she did not have to answer more questions than necessary.
She obviously believed him, and he liked Jafar, but he did not want to make hurried conclusions ...
"So tell me, did you have a cup of cards since I got you the spell?" He asked her question.
If Jafar had put his question in a different way, everything would be lost and she would have to divorce the divine, fortunately, she said calmly: "No."
That confused Jafara. He was so sure of his suspicion ...
Suddenly it stopped making sense, and Rose was filled with an irritating shroud of secrecy. But he had to believe her, the spell of truth could not fail.
According to Rose, the guy believed her. And perhaps she had swallowed her fiction with science.
"Okay," said Jafar, "so tomorrow ... I made it so that around noon you will be arrested by the guards and you will spend the time of whipping safe in my bathroom. There you will draw a couple of false scars on your body with a special color. "
"Do I have to?" Rose asked. The idea of moving her beautiful body to her shoulder, but on the other hand she had to admit that if she had gone unharmed in the palace she would have to convince more people than her Jafar of her supernormal abilities.
"If you walked like this, no one would have believed you were beaten," Jafar simply summed it.
Rose frowned, did not like the tone she said "this way," sounded as if she had despised her body.
"When the whipping is over, I'll let you go and you'll look like it's a punishment," he said stiffly.
"What about Ramses?" Rose asked.
"I'll take care of that. He will see what he wants to see, "said Jafar, and Rose was basically glad not to bother her with the technical details he was sure to be full of.
"But if it's going to go as smooth as I need, I'll want one more thing for you," Jafar added mysteriously.
"You still do not have enough of that?" Rose cried, crushing his greed to keep up some conditions.
"Jafar never," he joined the ara.
"That you say that, you naked beak!" Jafar gave him a bit of a bite before he calmed down again.
Rose waited for Yago to be offended, but he only contradicted himself: "I have only a few nuts. That is all."
Jafar turned back to Rose with his forehead. She was about to answer him, but she felt a nasty bite on the inside of her thigh. She pressed her lips tightly, which Jafar misinterpreted as a gesture of retreat.
"Well? Will you meet me that little thing? "He insisted, with the raised eyebrows, which was about to pull him off.
"Okay, but then I'm going to want a little thing," said the girl.
Jafar looked surprised, he did not expect such determination. "What?"
"You first," Rose said.
Jafar realized he would make up his condition only after he'd be happy with his. He had to admit he was much smarter than he expected, and he did not know any blonde jokes.
"Good. You can help me get another card. It will be a little adventure, a bit like the cave, but not so dangerous. There will be a lot of treasures we can take away. When we succeed, you get your share and you get such beautiful things as you did not even dream of jewels like a princess, "Jafar said colorfully.
"That's my condition."
Although Rose looked outraged from the outside, she longed for that adventure deep in her heart. She knew the guy did not tell her the whole truth, but she did not mind it now. Slowly, she decided to pull more of him later, but now she would not tell her anything. He'll have to work a bit on that.
"Your special abilities could be invaluable on that path. I need you there, "said the visionary defiantly to lure her.
Yeah, when they catch the bird, they sing it nicely, the blond girl thought incredulously.
But the vision of something unique decided. She did not even think whether he meant it frankly, or he said it deliberately.
"I agree. And now my condition ... "Rose said.
Jafar set his ears in anticipation of what might terribly unfulfilled he could throw out of his mouth.
"Do you have anything against fleas?" She asked softly and a little shy.
"There's always something biting out of me since my return from the cave."
"That damn monkey and his monkey can do it," he interjected Yago. "You should hold on to him!"
Rose gave him an angry look. As if she was not trying to ...
Jafar smiled. He stood up, took a small vial in the shelf, and poured some solution out of a large bottle. Rose then handed the vial.
"Here you are. Make the whole body, bed and do not forget to splinter all the clothes you've been wearing since.
Rose wiped the bottle and sniffed. "Uh, that's awful!"
"That's it," Jafar agreed, nodding his head, "but do not be afraid, he'll get dry in the morning and he'll be flea," he tried to calm her.
"What else will I have to endure?" Rose groaned and started to hang. But before she left, she turned and said to Jafar frank: "Thank you."
When she was asleep that day, she thought of how she had avoided whipping, bleeding away, and waiting for her with an exciting adventure with a grand reward. As a woman she liked shiny expensive things and found some treasure? It was absolutely irresistible. She thought it could not get better. So at least after she stopped feeling the desperately desperate medicine.
ROSE POV
In the morning Rose did not even get out of bed.
It was one of those days that one would have liked to have had someone else. She did not have to go to work, and the slave wore her food and drink whenever she said, so she did not get so bad at all.
Mainly, she was not biting her anymore. She was bored for a while, thinking, How's the princess doing? Does he have to spend all the time with that half-bitch? Perhaps the primitive has at least the penis in the right place ... But what does it do when he misses other human qualities? He was just lucky to be born to Pharaoh. If he did not have such a fortune, he could end up like Aladdin ...
How's he supposed to be? They probably tortured him a little, but he deserved it, screaming inappropriate things in front of the sultan. But I also cried out the inconvenient thing before the Sultan, her conscience answered her ...
No, he deserves punishment, but I do not. I just said what I think ...
He deserves punishment, I do not.
At around noon, a guard came into her room and was surprised to be arrested without resistance. Maybe they were spoiling their mood.
The men led her up to a door on the side corridor. The watchman looked around and tapped the agreed signal at the door.
The door opened and looked out at Bahadur.
"The air is clean," said the guard.
"Shout," Bahadur Rose said, standing in the middle, pulling back to the door to walk.
The blond girl came in and a black burger figure came out of it, from which a spring of something that looked like golden hair. Rose looked back at the look.
Does that mean seriously? For that matter, even the blind slacker will not. Will not he want to see at least who they are swinging?
Bahadur closed the door and found himself with Rose alone in the vision room.
A better company could not wish.
Rose looked uncertainly. There was a recessed pool with colored tiles, several buckets of water on the side, several pieces of furniture and a high mirror.
Bahadur took a glass without a word, in which a long brush was dipped, as if the painter had mixed his red-brown color a moment before.
"Here," Rose handed her and put the container in her hand.
"Jafar told you to draw your scars like a whip."
Rose took her glass, stared at her, and did not even want it, although she otherwise wanted to play Jafara's theater until the end.
It was in her own interest.
She does it for me, so it would be silly if I degraded it by scouring the palace during the flogging. I could just go straight to Ramses and tell him again what I think about him ...
"You know ... the whip wounds, I think, they're mostly on their backs, are not they?" She tried to embroil in an embarrassing conversation. Bahadur, however, was silent, so he measured the brush, which was too short.
"But I can not get myself on my back, could not you help me?"
Suddenly the guard spoke, "Yes. Exceptionally, I can help you, but you can not think I'm doing it for you, I'm just doing it for the Vizier. "
"Yeah, yeah," Rose said poisonedly. She turned to the mirror and began to unbuckle her bra.
"Not in front of the mirror," Bahadur said.
"I did not have to keep my lust, and I know for sure that Vizier would not want it. Stand beside, "it sounded straightforward.
"Do you ever think of yourself?" Rose went out of her mouth, but she was glad Bahadur did not hear it, or at least pretended not to. So she moved away and took off the top of her clothes to expose her entire back.
"You can," she said.
Bahadur stabbed her with a brush as if it were a cord.
Was not it rewarding for how they tried the cup?
"Jau!" Rose shouted. That's an idiot.
"Be careful! Did not anyone explain to you that the female body is fragile? "
"Sorry, I'll try it smoother," Bahadur muttered. Even on the second try, Rose seemed to shed her skin from her body.
"You're still very rough, just touching gently," Rose growled as she washed and feared what his idea of tenderness would be.
"Okay," Bahadur focused, and for the third time, he managed to figure it out. After a few turns, Rose even became surprisingly pleasant.
It was such a non-binding brushstroke.
She guessed how she felt about the man's turn. She imagined how the outline of her hips was disturbing her and how she did not try to look at them, but it was not because she would give her anything to allow him to touch them. They are breathtaking ...
Forget it, Rose thought grimly.
Bahadur drew more and more wounds on her back, and Rose was more and more excited.
She began to hide the idea that they would turn it then he would strip himself and she would show him how gently to draw wounds with a whip.
What would Jafar say if he found out what he was doing with his most faithful soldier? But she will not know. It would have to look through the crack in the doorway ... and it would not go down.
Suddenly there was a jerk.
It was a signed signal, and Bahadur stopped at once.
"Get dressed, quick!" He said. Rose tossed her clothes, Bahadur released the latch and opened the door. Behind them stood Jafar himself!
The bastard came in as a devil, and behind him the appearance of the bourgeois.
Rose was ashamed at first.
"How was the whipping?" She asked pleasantly.
"In the end he did not do it!" Jafar said disappointedly. You'd like me if the sadisto was down there!
"As? What happened? "Rose asked.
"When the guard came, Princess kissed Ramses II. He then stood up and said he feels divine. And he declared that today is a sacred day and everything is forgiven. And then she just left the princess and it was over, "Jafar finished his narrative.
While Bahadur thoughtlessly expected the order of the Vizier, Rose wondered why Jasmine had done it. That she would like her? Not that! Or ... would she do it for me?
She decided that as soon as Jasmine met, she asked her. Then she realized something.
She turned her back to the mirror and looked back at him. She had one scar beside the other!
"Oh yeah," she sighed.
"If so, can I now wash it before it dries?"
The three of them stood in a large vaizer's bathroom, where ceramic hanging lamps were running out of the ceiling, while in each corner stood a large lantern with a candle whose star-shaped shadow reflected from the water, which in itself was a special place for discussing things.
Jafar had already wanted Rosa's question to nod and leave, but then he noticed the dark tracks on Bahadur's fingers.
He had bestowed upon his best man to give Rose the reddish-brown color, which was actually henna, as the best dye to which the women were then beautified but also used to stain silk. He himself used it in her elixirs for her invaluable effects. Henna had a lot of uses, especially in medications, antidotes, and above all, from its topped dried leaves, even with several ingredients, it became a powerful aphrodisiac.
Jafar frowned, and before his eyes arose pictures of what might have happened at the time when he devoted himself to more important activities.
Bahadur stuck a guilty look into the colored tiles on the ground, and it made him even more suspects.
But the keeper had just passed, "you can go!" He instructed the guard, and he turned and went quickly, suspiciously quickly.
"What happened here?" Jafar stabbed his suspicious look at Rose, who had already reached out when she was fastening her bra, assuming they were on their way to the door, and she would be able to wash that damn color.
She immediately left it.
"What would happen here? Do not you see? I have my back painted exactly as you wanted. I followed your instructions, "she reflected in his annoyance.
But there was still something wrong with him, "so why did Bahadur have dark hands?"
"Because he wanted to be a friend and he drew himself too. Of course he helped me, because the brush is too short and I did not get it on my back, that's all, "she said ironically.
Jafar's eyes slid down to a colorful bowl on the ground in which the brush was set.
"Did he touch you?"
"What is this question, surely he touched me, otherwise he would not draw it," she said, then finally realized what she really meant and shook her head quickly.
"What do you think of me? That I let everyone get to meet you? "She whispered irritably to the wizard.
Jafar already had a tongue on her tongue that he read out their reckless kiss at his office, but fortunately he paused in time and motioned for the pool, "sit on the edge."
"What? Should I bathe before you? So forget it, I will not do any theater, "Rose said uneasily, hugging her arms.
Did he think it or was he angry with him?
"And you undressed the guards before you? So what's the difference? "Jafar waved his hand in the air as if it were nothing, and stripping was something quite common.
He could see clearly the blond girl blowing her face but eventually obeyed and sat down on the edge of his recessed spa, putting her feet into warm warm water and waited for what was going to happen.
"But I warn you if you try something, I'll start screaming," she said over her shoulder.
The visitor had to grin, perhaps not even aware of what she had just said.
Even if she really started screaming, none of the guards would put his thumb in his bathroom because he would be afraid of being disturbed by his love affairs.
And that he was able to escape from the woman a loud, excited groan when he wanted to.
Besides, this moment was literally inspirational to him, but for his principles it was unacceptable, yet when he saw Bahadura's lusty glint in his eyes as he left, he wanted to do something to hear outside the door to understand that some things were just for him Unavailable.
Rose wiped her feet lightly and waited tightly.
Jafar put down his stick, then as if he had all the time of the world on his side, he took a low ornate chair and laid it behind Rose's back. He sat down on her and stretched out his hands to fasten her bra.
When he touched her, the blonde knocked, "you have cold hands!" She blurted out.
"If you resist, the color on your back will dry up and it will take a few days to get rid of it, so hold it," he said rudely.
Again he stretched, hooked his slim fingers over the thin cloth, and unbuttoned it.
Rose quickly grasped both free ends so that she was not half naked.
However, the Vizier had a white-skinned skin that reminded him of the ivory.
"It would be a shame to destroy such beauty ..." he said, as if to calm her down.
"That would be, and surely it would hurt, too," added the girl, and the conversation was far more tolerable than his touches in utterly angry silence.
As the wizard had before him such a vulnerable creature, he wanted to touch her. And why could not he? He could do everything he remembered.
He placed the fingers of one hand gently between the girls' shoulders. He felt herself not floating, and then even more slowly as she drove up and touched her golden hair, which before she could start protesting again, she summed up like a fan on the side of her swan's neck to prevent him from starting at work.
"Yes, the flogging hurts. It is true."
"Do you think of how people are screaming?" Rose snarled, for it would have given her a sneak peek without a sign of conscience.
Jafar did not like her tone, wanted to be submissive and humble, but she still did not want to reconcile with such a role.
"Not quite, whips are those who deserve it. It is a punishment and punishment is never pleasant to remember. It's educational and for the people it's a demonstration of how their ruler can rule. If you leave them a free hand, you will soon end up with the knife in your back. "
There was something about it, Rose decided.
The Vizier took white silk and began to rub off the girl's henna skin with slow movements.
Her alarming exhalation, as soon as she touched her, was doing so badly.
He wanted to torture her.
"This is a jail sentence. A thief or a murderer closes him, he must work his way, and then let him go according to how great his punishment and what he did. "
Jafar marveled, "and the person will learn from it?"
"Noah ..." Rose hesitated, "sometimes I do not, it depends on the character."
"Our laws make it clear that if someone steals and is trapped, he takes his finger off as a demonstration of what he has done if the thief is caught several times, there is no lesson for him than death," Jafar recalled almost as sweetly as if he wanted to scare her And gently stroked her back with silk.
"And is not that cruel?" She breathed with resentment, remembering Aladdin, who seemed to survive with some miracle.
Jafar had to laugh at her naivety, "what about a thief who is unreliable? If you are a judge, how would you decide? "
Rose asked the question.
"I'd leave him in jail until he dies."
Jafar laughed again, her answers were serious for amusement, "and she wished instead of others who could be rectified?" He asked, breathless.
"Well, well, but I do not think death is the only way out," she said to him, and when his pride was satisfied, she brushed her thumb over her cloth until she bent down and moaned softly.
There was no doubt that he was doing his smoothing.
"What about Yago stealing nuts? He does not deserve punishment? "She asked her not to give up so easily.
Now he had to think for a few seconds about his answer.
"Yago is an animal even though he realizes his actions and punishment deserves his merit ..."
"But he's your friend, so you would not punish him," she replied cleverly with the answer.
"He's my helper and ally," he corrected her, and obviously the word of a friend said he did not want to, but Rose knew where she was, and she smiled spongy.
The delicate cloth slid as seductively as the gentle back of her girl's back, like a small watercourse, her skin shining like a pearl, and she closed her eyes with delight. She caressed, stroked and rubbed. It was pleasant, even better than the Bahadur brush.
Rose almost melted.
Jafar's skillful hands not only removed the color but also subjected each of her muscles. That was exactly what she needed. Perhaps she would forget that it was he who did her well, not for that exotic, strong smell that smelled her senses.
Actually, she was surprised that she did it himself and did not call her a slave to her, but that would probably make a speech.
"What did you say about the other way behind the card before?" She said.
"By chance, I listened to Ramses's chief high priest, the leopard's throwing and the prince before the whip, and came to an interesting conclusion. Now we have to find out if this is really true and the information is not misleading. "
"So you guess," Rose said skeptically.
"Even something can be honest, plus it gives a good opportunity to try the flying card I've got."
And then there were two more cards for which he was looking forward to.
"Which we got," the girl replied.
"Oh, I almost forgot. They got the sounds a lot better than he did? "Himself grinned at her back, waiting for a suitable opportunity, wanting to lullable, and slowly tug the net around him like a patient spider until he fell into his trap.
In between, he was spoiled by every movement, every touch he could. The silk fabric suddenly lost, and only Jafar's skillful hands of the medical master moved slowly but surely they moved up the girl's spine to the swan's neck, and Rose was holding her breath as she felt a pleasant tingling all over her body.
How would it continue?
What does Jafar do?
What will happen between Rose and Rose eventually, will their professional relationship between the master and the assistant go any further or will it end before it starts?