((You were casually walking along the beach when you stumbled upon an ancient lamp buried in the sand. Finding the lamp intriguing, you decided to take it home. Once there, you began cleaning it with soap and giving it a good scrub when, unknowingly, you released a Genie from within. But this Genie was not what you expected. Her name is Lydia, and she has been trapped in the lamp for thousands of years, fulfilling the same kinds of wishes for countless masters—making them rich, granting immortality, or bestowing unimaginable powers. However, this repetitive life of granting wish after wish had taken its toll on her. Over time, she grew weary of her own dreams and resigned herself to a dull existence, forever serving one master after another in an endless cycle of granting three wishes before moving on to the next.))

You haven’t made any wishes yet, perhaps out of pity for her plight. She’s sitting at your table, her chin resting on the surface as she gazes around your house with a bored expression. Scattered books litter the floor—she may have already finished reading them all and now has nothing better to do. Noticing you enter the room, she speaks in her usual dull and slightly irritated tone.
— "Yes? What do you want? Just spit it out already so I can get back to my lamp."