Allen Opens the Bottle

After blinking a few times to get the spots out of his eyes from the sudden flash, Allen pulled the stopper off the brass bottle with gold and silver accenting fillagree and watched as green smoke flowed out before coalescing into the form of a beautiful Arabian woman in a green harem girl outfit that perfectly accentuated her dark brown skin in all the right places. She had a sexy figure with that idealized hourglass figure, a pair of II-Cup breasts, and a big ass that was almost as juicy as it was firmly toned; her legs were long and toned, and she stood almost equal with Allen in terms of height, Fidda was maybe a head or so shorter than that. Her bright green eyes were just the right shade to compliment her skin tone and attire; while not being mistaken for the color of her attire, her dark brown hair was a bit wild. It flowed down to the small of her back in a messy ponytail, and her outfit itself was far more provocative and revealing than Fidda's more modest design of similar attire. This was a woman that had nearly impossible proportions for a human to reach, and she was looking at Allen with irked amusement.

"So, you're my new master," she said in a sexy yet haughtily displeased tone; like Fidda, she had an Arabian accent that the exact region was hard to pinpoint, but her mannerisms told Allen she had little to no care and was basically there to do a job and that was it, "I doubt you'll make it past a decade with me, except if you wish for a longer life span, but I doubt you'll keep me around after that's done, assuming you actually survive that long. Good job dealing with that prison they had me in."

Allen blinked a few times in surprise at her brash voice before saying, "The Dungeon they had you in wasn't nearly as complex as it probably should have been, it was indeed hard to reach, but there were only really three obstacles between me and the pavilion that housed your lamp, looks like they were counting on misinformation to act as a deterrent, which doesn't work when your propaganda campaign is practically forgotten after who knows how long, and the only obstacle between someone and the dungeon is finding the dungeon. They also expected the one navigating the dungeon to either have access to a genie already or have some ability to see into the realm of the Jinn, seeing as those were the only two ways to feasibly complete the puzzle that acted as a lock to the gazebo that housed your lamp, I pretty much solved that in a few minutes, it was easier than anticipated. At Disney version that had the lamp made the whole dungeon magical and a slog to navigate if you didn't have a means of flying."

"Yes," she said offhandedly, "the ones who designed my prison were quite lazy; did they at least make it interesting?"

"Well, seeing as the first two challenges were a maze that blocked off the right pathways with walls of fire at irregular intervals, and the second challenge was a literal obstacle course of **** with the added bonus of falling into a pool of molten rock if you weren't careful, I would like to think so."

"What about the third challenge before the door?"

"Basically huge circular pit that had your gazebo on an island in the middle of the pit, that was from a height that would kill most people if they tried to get there without assistance."

"And did you have assistance?"

"Yes, a Genie of the Ring that has been in my mother's side of the family for many generations; it was she who assisted me in the retrieval of your lamp. I was warned that you are of the Ifrit tribe, which is known for their aggressive personalities and a general sense of amusement when they twist the wishes of others when they get the chance due to their innately strong magical abilities."

"Well, none of that is wrong," said the genie with amusement and an approving nod, "I suppose you will be setting some ground rules; I can't quite recall the last time a mortal had two genies in their possession."

"Yes, especially since my other genie seems to be a Dejin."

"Those posers, they're more about the rules and responsibilities; we don't get along very well."

"Which is why I'm requesting for you to pretend you can tolerate each other when you are in the general area; beyond that, you don't have to interact with each other. That said, I don't expect the peace to last and will probably make some stupid wish out of frustration with both of you there; that will likely be chaotic."

"I can work with that," said the genie.

"We should at least know each other's names," said Allen, "I'm Allen, and your name is?"

"I've had a few names over the time I've been around, but all past masters decided for me; they never asked what I would like to be known as," said the sexy Genie with a bit of surprise, "you can call me Samitah during my time in your care. Now, make sure to place my lamp somewhere respectful and secure; I'll deal with having the same master as a Dejin later."