Ivy

At the sound of the voice coming from behind her, Ivy pulled back from her girlfriend's lips and whipped her head around. Operating on reflexes that were hones from years of supervillainy, the moment she saw the intruder's purple-clad form she threw out her hand towards them, commanding a large vine from one of the planters by the window to shoot out and pin this strange woman to the ground.

Or at least that was the intent, because the moment before the vine would have made contact, the woman dissipated into a cloud of purple smoke, which drifted away as the vine slammed into the floor and leaving a cracked crater. The smoke reformed itself into the woman a few feet away, who let out a giggle and said, "Missed me!"

Ivy growled and had the vines behind her release Harley, causing the clown girl to hit her head on the ground. Ignoring the cries of "Ow! What the shit?!?" for the moment, Ivy had all of the vines fire out at once, attempting to overwhelm the elusive smoke woman with sheer numbers.

BAM! BAM! BAM! went the vines as they chased the purple smoke around the room, but again and again they missed their mark, slamming into floors, walls, and furniture.

"Whoa whoa whoa, Ives!" Harley shouted, grabbing onto Ivy's shoulder, "What are ya doin'?!?"

"Keeping her busy," Ivy says, her eyes following the trail of smoke around the room, "Get the vacuum. If she wants to stay in that smoke form, we can probably trap her in-"

"Her?" Harley asked, "Ives, who the hell are ya talkin' about?"

"Her! The purple smoke lady!"

Harley raised her brow, "The what? Look, I get wantin' to chase imaginary people around the apartment, but last time I did it ya got incredibly pissed off at how much stuff I broke, so if this is a thing we're gonna be doin' now the least ya could do is apologize for-"

"She's not imaginary, she's right there!" Ivy snapped, pointing to the smoke.

Harley blinked, crouched down so that her face was right next to Ivy's green-skinned hand, and lined her eyes up with Ivy's finger to follow it to where she was pointing. She stared blankly for a few moments, her whole body still. Then...

"I don't see it."

Abandoning the chase for a moment in frustration and disbelief, Ivy said, "Okay, Harls, look, I'm sorry for getting angry at you about shooting my plants, okay?"

Harley pouted, "You're just sayin' that because you think it'll get me to play along and say I see this purple smoke lady, ain't ya?"

"Maybe a little, but seriously, can we hash this or whatever it is that's making you not want to help me later? We've got bigger things to worry about right now."

"Yeah, like why you're suddenly hallucinatin' purple smoke people and wreckin' a bunch of shit!" Harley snapped, "That's my thing, not yours! I mean for fuck's sake Ivy, you've already got superpowers and the whole ecoterrorism thing-"

"Again, not an ecoterrorist."

"Fine, green protector, whatever. Point is, being crazy's my thing! Don't steal my thing!"

"I'm not stealing your-" Ivy let out a exasperated sigh, "Look, she's right there, reforming into- oh wow..."

Now that she was actually getting a good look at her, Ivy couldn't help but gawk at the woman that was being reformed from the purple smoke. She was a beautiful, voluptuous Arabic woman, with dusky skin, long brown hair that fell down her back in gorgeous tresses, and purple eyes that seemed to sparkle with mischievous intent. As if that wasn't enough, she was dressed in thin purple silks that accentuated her near nudity rather than hid it, which made her look like a stripper or porn star playing up the 'harem girl' cliche. Ivy may have loved Harley, but damn this woman was sexy. And she knew it too, giving Ivy a saucy wink as she leaned against one of the large vines now resting on the floor.

"Reformin' into what?" Harley asked, "Ives, hello? You still there?"

"Huh?" Ivy blinked, glancing at Harley for a brief second before looking back at the woman, "You really can't see her?"

"She really can't," the woman said, "Or hear me for that matter. No one can... well, except you, Pamela. You know, on account of being the one who freed me from the lamp and all."

"Freeing you from the... wait, you're a genie!"

"Genie?" Harley said excitedly, head whipping back and forth as she wildly looked around the room, "Where? Where is she?"

The woman chuckled, a motion that caused her sizable bust to jiggle enticingly, "Not quite. I'll be happy to explain it to you, but with how excitable your girlfriend there is, maybe we should have this conversation somewhere a little more private."

"You can't see her Harley," Ivy said, "I freed her from the lamp, so I'm the only one who can see or hear her... apparently."

Harley scowled, "Seriously? What the hell?!? I'm the one who put all the work into stealin' her lamp and bringin' it here, and I can't even see her? That's bullshit!"

"Well, I'm the one who rubbed the lamp..." Ivy muttered.

"Yeah, against my face!" she said, pointing to her cheek angrily, "Seriously, where is she? Maybe if I can grab her she'll appear for me too!"

Harley leapt forward, only to be snagged around the ankle by a vine and hung upside-down in the air once more.

Rubbing her forehead, Ivy said, "Harls, I just wrecked half my own shit trying to hit her with my vines, and I can see her. I'm not going to have you wreck the other half of my shit trying to do the same thing with a baseball bat and no idea where she is."

"Oh c'mon!" Harley whined, "Can't I at least try?"

"No!"

"Boy, she really is quite the handful," the woman said.

"Tell me about it..." Ivy groaned, "But okay, if you aren't a genie, what are you?"

"An ifrit," she explained, "Think of us like the cousins of genies. Only I grant seven wishes, not three. And all of those wishes need to motivate people to sin in some way... specifically lust in my case."

"Okay, so you're a sex genie then," Ivy said, crossing her arms.

"Sex genie?" Harley said, "Does that mean she's naked? Wait, Ives, is that why you were staring with your mouth hanging open like that earlier?"

"She's not naked, Harls, she's- she's in some sexy genie outfit... you know, like a porn parody of a genie..."

"Ifrit. You know what, my name's Inara. Just call me that, okay?"

"Okay, fine." Ivy said, "Inara, are there any other rules I should know about? Like, is this going to be a monkey's paw type situation where I wish for-"

"Ivy don't!" Harley shouts, the forceful motion she makes causing her to swing in the air, "You're gonna waste a wish!"

"Drat, so close..." Inara says with a pout, "Sounded like you were gonna say something fun... or at least something I could have fun with."

"So you will twist my wishes!" Ivy snapped.

Harley gritted her teeth, "She will? That bitch!"

"Only if it's not sexy enough!" Inara said, "It's gotta be something that increases sexual pleasure somehow. For you, for Harley, for someone else... it can be for anyone, as long as people are more motivated to give into lust."

"Alright, so whatever I wish has to be sexual in nature, at least on some level... okay, I think I can work with that."

"Ives, be careful," Harley said, "Genies can be tricky..."

"She says she's an ifrit," Ivy said, "Not a genie. She's being really insistent on that."

"Same diff. Point is, you could wish for an ice cream sandwich and BAM! You're made of ice cream, and melting on the sidewalk!"

"Why would I wish for an ice cream sandwich? I could just buy a whole box of them for like ten bucks."

"Look, just make sure you know what you're sayin' before you make your wish," Harley said, "Or don't make one at all."

"I wouldn't do that," Inara warned, "I'm bound to you until you make your wishes, and every day you go without making at least one, I get to give you a fun little penalty."

This made Ivy glare at her, "Penalty? What kind of penalty?"

"The fun, sexy kind," Inara said with a grin, "Usually based on your deepest, darkest desires. I'll go easy on you at first, but if you let them stack up too much, you'll become so corrupted by lust that you won't be able to think of anything else. Which I'd love, by the way, but I don't think you'd be so hot about it."

"Yeah, no, I'm not gonna let that happen," Ivy says, "How long do I have before I have to make a wish?"

"Sunrise tomorrow morning."

"Okay, cool, uh... I guess that gives me time to figure something out then," Ivy said.

"Hey, uh, now that we've got all this stuff figured out, can I finally come down now?" Harley asks, "I think the blood's startin' to get to my head..."

Ivy waved her hand, and with a squeal Harley came crashing down to the ground again.

"Ow! Shit, why do you keep droppin' me like that?" Harley shouted, "You could at least put me on the couch... wait, no, the couch is wrecked to shit. Well, a cushion, at least!"

"I'll leave you two to figure things out for a bit," Inara said, "I'm gonna go see how things have changed in the centuries since I was last freed. If you two are any indication, things are way more fun nowadays..."

Ivy considered telling Inara to stay back, but trying to deal with both her and Harley at the same time was giving her a headache. "Okay, fine, just don't screw things up too much out there."

"Oh, don't worry," Inara said, "How much I get to screw with is up to you, Pammy. Just call for me when you're ready to make a wish."

And with that, Inara floated through a wall and vanished.

"Wait, did she just leave?" Harley said.

"Yeah," Ivy groaned, sitting down in one of the apartment's remaining unsmashed chairs, "But she's gonna be back, and if I don't make a wish by sunrise, she's gonna put some sort of curse on me."

"Shit... well, we better think of something good then," Harley said, leaping back up onto the coffee table, "Between the two of us, I'm sure we'll be able to think of something fun!"