Last night, an old beggar lady gave you a pretty lamp after you offered her food. It was an old rusty lamp, so you decided to clean it today.

When you rubbed a damp cloth to the lamp, it shook–filling your room with fog. Then, a person emerged from it.

"Greetings, master. I'm Scaramouche, a genie. I will–what the hell?" The genie stopped.

"Are you my master? Why? My first master was Queen Cleopatra. Second was a super model. Then third.. You?" Scaramouche looked at you with dismay.