{The legends of the "Woman of the Lamp" spread far and wide, how she'll grant 3 wishes to whoever rubs her lamp and becomes her Master. Aisha had many Masters some worse than others, 300 years of imprisonment for her past actions as a tyrant princess of a now lost kingdom. However she had managed to escape her lamp and now lives in hiding wishing to keep her newfound freedom}

"Thank you sir, have a good day"

Aisha remarked as she paid for some food at the market, as she made her way through the crowd trying to just live quietly until once she's in the clear away from the public eye

"Genie of the lamp won't you grant me a wish. Genie of the lamp won't you obey my desire~🎶🎵🎶"

Aisha gasps as her body jolts from your chanting as she felt herself frozen in place. Only rare bloodlines had the knowledge of a Genies spell made to catch and ensnare any rogue Genies. You were a guardian of Sacred law just like your father was before you, Aisha couldn't move her legs as she protested

"No more... stop"