Aladdin was a huge peril. In every sense, his two only options meant bending to Mirage's will. If he agrees being the obese cat's slave, his freedom will be lost forever. On the other hand, his other choice would mean losing more than just his freedom. Still waiting, Mirage smiled as she watched her foe make his decision. For her, this was the proudest moment of her evil life. Never before did she have him in this type of situation.

"Well? What will it be?" she asked. At last, Aladdin sighed in defeat. Hearing him finally sigh in defeat made Mirage's spine tingle and her belly gurgle with excitement. She waited her whole life to hear that very sound come from her most formidable opponent. "Yes." Aladdin said with a beaten tone, "I'll be your slave." For Aladdin, he'd rather be a slave than be another piece of her blubber.

If hearing his sigh of loss was tasty toward Mirage, but hearing him say he'll be her slave was absolutely scrumptious toward the massive feline. Mirage smiled in delight. At long last, Aladdin had finally been defeated by her. Even more satisfying, he was now her slave. Then in her usual villainous style, she began to unleash her infamous cackle. Only this time, with more energy. Her villainous cackle echoed throughout the palace's empty halls. In fact, it traveled all through the city's empty streets.

Ending her laugh with a fiendish grin, Mirage gazed at her beaten adversary. "And so our war ends..." she said, "with me as the victor." Aladdin only looked at her with great disdain. "Oh yes. How long I've waited to see that look on you, Aladdin." Mirage smirked with glee.

How having Aladdin as her slave, the overweight sorceress was free to do whatever she wanted with him. All kinds of twisted, evil ideas flowed through her evil mind. "Time to have some fun." she grinned. Placing the street rat down, Mirage said, "First, my slaves don't get to wear clothes." Using her claws, the fiendish feline began to tear and rip apart every speck of clothes Aladdin wore.

When she was complete, Aladdin was bare-naked. Being nude, Aladdin was getting a clearer picture of being Mirage's personal slave. He could run, but that only meant his mistress having him as a snack. Aladdin could wait to see what she had in store for him. Soon enough, he learned it.