Sitting down, you leave her lamp on the table. With a sweep of your arm, you invite her to sit beside you.
"Yes, there's nothing urgent." you tell her. "Can you talk about your previous master?" you ask. "I'm curious about your life... lives? And who's controlled you."
She sits cautiously, as if afraid it shows disrespect to you. Equally, she's afraid of not obeying, or questioning her master's commands.
She almost leaps out of the sofa, as you offer to make her a coffee, while you chat.
"Do you have a name?" you start easily.
"Do you want me to have one?" she answers.
"Were you always a genie? Have you had a name before?" you ask. Not wanting to make her uncomfortable. "Please, just tell me about yourself." you say, hoping not to sound too commanding.
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