Doesn't Matter. Legal Tender Only, babe!

But as Wyin slipped in the magically constructed Hamilton, the pedestal shuddered, the box's walls flashing with a caution line encircling it in the black and yellow stripes. Wyin and Jean both looked up in shock, both surprised at the result.

[WARNING. WARNING. MAGICALLY CREATED CURRENCY INSERTED INTO SLOT.]

The words scrolled by along the tape, making Jean somewhat impressed it was able to decipher such a thing. Not even those versed in the magical arts were able to tell that kind of stuff. Not genie magic at any rate, unless it was...

"Uhh, Wy, was that Leprechaun money by any chance?"

Wyin was sweating, pointing her fingers against each other as she sheepishly whimpered, "Maybe...I mean, O'Doyle said the stuff made sure I was never strapped for cash again..."

Jean facepalmed. "Wy, we're genies, we got all the money we can make ever."

But before Wyin could chip in with a retort, the tiles around the box suddenly shuddered, and slid back to reveal a device of some kind. From Jean's estimation, it looked kind of like one of those novelty toys like a plasma ball, though with a port on one side of the glass, and lacking the electricity. Though that didn't last for long as the device hummed to life, and the core raged with such ferocious sparks.

Wyin could only gulp, and hold up a hand ready to snap her fingers, "I think I'll just leave you to it, yeah Jean? See you soo-!" But was interrupted as a bolt of red lightning came from the port, making Wyin eep. At first, Jean was worried she was being hurt, but saw that through the prolonged shocking that it was merely making her look comedically uncomfortable, making her jerk and twist in goofy ways. Jean does wish she had a camera so that she could've kept those expressions for a laugh, but the booth was on the outside of the box.

And just like that, Wyin poofed, and Jean's fear started up all over again. What happened to her? Did she die, did she escape just in time? Looking at the orb again, she got her answer. She was stuck in the little plasma ball, seemingly just small enough for her to not be comfortable. Her face was one filled with fury, as she mutely banged on the bubble. Jean once again lamented the lack of recording device, as this was rich!

Speaking of rich, the tape scrolled by with something new now, as the ball sunk back into the ground, covered by the pneumatic tiles again. [VIOLATOR CAPTURED. IRONIC PUNISHMENT CONFIGURATION HAS BEGUN.]

The tape blinked out, and Jean heard a noise behind her from above. turning to see, Jean saw that the ball was now hanging in the rafters as an ornament decoration. Though as Wyin tried to look around to register where she was now, somehow teleporting there in an instant, she was zapped inside the ball. As the lightning stopped, what she saw next was something that would make Jean fall end over end in laughter.

Wyin had changed from her decent genie attire to that of a sexy leprechaun costume. She gazed down at the attire. What she wore was a sort of bra-inspired top, frilly to look like foam of a mug of beer, and colored green, obviously. over that was an even greener with gold trim tiny jacket that hid nothing of her now huge basketball size bazongas. Her face was made up with clovers on her cheeks, and heavy makeup, as well as overall shaped to be perfectly cute with model freckles that look like they were painted on rather than natural. On top of her now perfectly done twin braided pigtailed orange hair, was a tiny yet noticeable leprechaun top hat, jauntily tipped to one side and seemingly stuck there. Along down passed her now impossibly cinched in waist, was a tiny pleated skirt that looked about as big as the thick belt with golden buckle that held it up, flashing her panties that read, "Kiss Me Blarney Ass" on the seat.

Somehow Jean could hear her voice rage, though it seems her Irish accent went from subtle to downright stereotyped, "Ah, faith and begorrah! What's with this green offense to me Irish self!" As she heard herself the first time, she held her throat. "Ahh! And me darned voice! It's like I didn't just kiss the blarney stone, I married the blummin' thing!" She swung around a tiny pot of fake gold that she so despreately was trying to pull out of her own hands, but no luck. Pardon the pun.

Jean loved all this, saying, "Hahaha! Oh, what delicious karma for trying to manipulate my power~" Wyin seems to be able to hear me as well, as she turns to look at me, stomping her tall shiny pumps in white stockings up to her thighs. We were both interrupted as two booths popped up. One just below Wyin, and one in front of me. They looked the same as mine, save that there was another plaque on them. Jean read it to herself, and out loud so Wyin could hear it: "The Dancin' Genie Bitch. Make her dress or dance however you want for only a dollar a change or suggestion. She can even sing whatever you want her to, but this costs an extra dollar separately due to possibility of copyright fees." A sticky note on the top of Jean's booth seemed to message her. "As the first of the Genie Products, we will allow you permission to select her first dance for free." And upon reading this, Jean grinned as Wyin pointed a threatening finger.

"If ye dare do anything, I'll make yah regret it! Swear on me gold!" But Jean wasn't listening, coyly saying, "I think a nice booby-bouncing riverdance would be fun~ Put those gorgeous legs of yours to work, green bean~" She knew Wyin would hate this. She absolutely detested standing, let alone actually using her legs.

Wyin squealed in surprise as her body move on its own, sending her legs to a flurry of stamping and kicking, her boobies bouncing to the rhythm, with her arms to the side, wrists bending outward. She tried to stop, but she couldn't grunting as she danced on through the night, as the booth in Jean's box zipped back out of sight, and left them alone through the night, letting Jean enjoy the humiliating tapping and Irish swears from her fellow inmate in the sky. At least until morning, when the customers would come back for some fun with Jean and Wyin.