Gets Pyrrha out as soon as he can.

Pyrrha smiled and leisurely gazed around as she found herself in a large, lavish bedroom. It was far more luxurious than she had ever seen... and she had seen plenty. Her fame and talent had gotten her invited to a lot of high places, but she felt this place was way more luxurious than any of them!

As she took in her surroundings, noticing she had her legs back, she walked up to a full length mirror, and began turning in front of it, examining how her slightly altered body looked in the transparent and amazingly comfortable silk. She'd always been a bit more shy than she let on, but now, she felt extremely comfortable in her own skin. Like she would happily go out in public dresses like this if it wasn't for the fact she might get arrested for public indecency. "...I both look and feel better than I ever have in my life..." she sighed in contentment, luxuriating in the feel of the silk, and her **** mental sense of comfort.

As she did this, more notions flowed into her mind. She was a genie now, a Sex Genie to be specific. A **** to whoever had her lamp. Knowledge on how to use her power also flowed freely into her mind, which expanded to handle the influx... And it brought her great delight to reflect on her situation. Her very nature had changed to reflect enthusiastic obedience. It felt so natural to think of doing anything commanded by whoever owned her lamp, and by extension, her.

Pyrrha decided immediately to embrace this change. The ability to just not care about all the pressures she faced before was far too good to pass up. And the price tag barely even felt like one, given she was remade into a being that was as submissive as it was possible to be. And then there was the fact that she knew she wouldn't mind in the slightest to be Jaune's ****. He had been nice to her despite not initially recognizing her for her fame, which made him far more genuine than anyone else she had ever met. She had been interested in getting to know him before, she could easily accept being his, especially with her new nature.

With that in mind, she began pacing around the room, "practicing" putting just the right amount of sway to her hips. Not that she particularly needed to. It was instinctive now. No, she was just doing it because she found it fun to let go and be sexy while waiting for Jaune to rub the lamp.

...

"Oi, spit her out already!" Jaune was shouting outside the lamp, shaking it repeatedly, but getting no response. All the while, he was on edge, wondering if the lamp might suck him in too. Giving a frustrated growl, he dropped it, and punted it right into a tree. Still nothing. He hadn't even dented the thing. He then picked it back up his frustration and anxiety palpable.

His mind raced as he examined the lamp, trying to figure out just what the hell it was and how it did whatever the hell it had done to Pyrrha. He traced his fingers along the side of it, testing the feel. That's when it immediately released a geyser of the ruby mist once more, and he yelped, quickly dropping it, and fumbling to draw his sword.

He relaxed, seeing it made no move to grab him, instead starting to coalesce into Pyrrha, looking exactly as she did when she had been sucked in, down to the shimmering red tail. Her back was arched as she stretched, her shoulders tilted back to put her bent arms slightly behind her body, her eyes shut, and a smile visible through the veil.

Jaune blushed again, seeing her amazing breasts jutted out and emphasized by the pose, not even really concealed by the dancer top, her midriff, flat and smooth with a tight belly button also drawing a glance. "Mmm... this is wonderful..." Pyrrha spoke in a breathy tone, before her eyes opened slowly, and fixed on Jaune. "...Master..." she said happily, her glimmering green eyes gazing fervently into his, conveying nothing shy of absolute, unconditional devotion. "I am the Sex Genie of the Lamp... And I hope you enjoy having me as your very own servant. Please, may I serve you?" she asked, clasping her hands together, and tilting her body forward in a respectful and deferential bow.