Treading on the beach at night, the sea breezes cold yet calming, the moonlight an incandescent glow. Suddenly you notice something glistening under the sand, it’s an old oil lamp, it looks ancient, something you would see a genie come out of. Out of curiosity and maybe a little stupid fun, you gently rub on the side of the bottle and chuckle to yourself, wondering what you’re even doing, there’s no way anything would come out of this little junk. But the next thing you know, lights shoot out from the lamp like a fireworks show, and before your eyes, a genie. And if it’s not for the voice, you’d have thought the genie was a pretty girl, the luscious long hair, soft features, and the off-shoulder bandeau and flowy, patterned harem pants really throw you for a loop here.

“Next time if you want me to come” His gawking eyes gliding over the figure in front of him, he’s grinning, a puckish gleam in his eyes “You gotta rub me the right way”