You take in the genie. Her whispy smoke snaking back to the spout of the lamp. Her torso above the waist looking just as real as your own body. You stare, and stare. It all feels so surreal, and despite everything it's rather hard to believe.
Her confidence, her body, her powers are all so intimidating you hesitate to say anything.
"You're a genie..." you repeat dully. As much a question as a statement.
"You need more evidence."
She gestures to her lamp, and the smoky trail between her torso and the lamp.
"Just make a wish... a small one, and you will see." There was an odd inflection as she said, 'a small one' a reminder that she wasn't at her full powers.
"Uh...huh..." you croak, your throat so dry you can't manage more.
"No need to be shy, master." she says with a smile, "I've heard every wish, from kind to cruel, from generous to selfish, and from innocent to depraved."
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