Taking in the genie your mind races, you're happy with your life. It wouldn't suit everyone, but it makes you happy. As you think of it, you find your mind wandering, asking different questions. The existence of genies and magic open up a whole world of possibilities that previously didn't exist.
She stands there... well, stands doesn't quite suit, as she has no legs. Just a tail of pale smoke leading back to her vessel. The whole world prickles, every sense alert. You can smell various herbs and aromas from her. See the details of the stitching to her tight waistcoat-ish top. It's all too real to be a fantasy, or dream. Your imagination was insufficient for this.
"I wonder what it'd be like to be more popular." You muse.
"Do you wish to see that?" she asked. Her voice feminine, but despite it's pitch it throbbed with contained power. Exuding a ... menace, or potency that's slightly intimidating.
You start to question yourself, if you've settled, or are merely content rather than properly happy. You have the respect of your friends a space on the chess team, and... You could be so much more, you realise. Feeling the lightbulb overhead.
"Do I have limited wishes, or limitless while I possess your vessel?" You ask nodding towards the golden.... lamp? that seems to be her home.
She breathes deeply before answering, despite yourself your eyes are drawn to her cleavage. It is eye-catching, and far more impressive than your own, more modest dimensions. Again the niggle eats away at your calm, as you wonder if you've settled. There are so many you know who are more blessed. Acquantances, if not friends, as you don't seem to move in the same social circles.
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