Suddenly, a strange gust of wind floated in across the city. Harun's thick head of hair whipped as he looked around in confusion, bewildered. It was as if the spirit of the dunes descended on them, and he had to back away before the Elephant stomped on him. As he did so, he nearly bumped into the last person he expected. It was the woman across the marketplace, appearing as if by magic. When she brushed him with her fingers, he felt tingles along his skin. 

Normally he wouldn't be so susceptible to follow a stranger, even a beautiful one. But there was something in the way she moved that caught his attention, and he couldn't fathom why she'd want to speak to him. In an alleyway, no less. As the guard calmed the elephant down, he and the Prince turned to see where the ruffian had gone, only to find no one there any longer. The Streetrat had followed her into the alleyway, glancing around warily as he did so. Usually when a beautiful woman wanted something from him, it was to take advantage of him. 

Judging by this woman's ass, she wanted him to for something big. 

"Who are you?" He had to ask.