Just a thematic change

Samson blinked. Nothing had changed.

Hold on, hold on. I didn't build Rome in a day.

A few seconds and one giant flash of light later, and Olga was still on her knees but everything else was different. Samson looked down and saw what he was wearing.

"What is this, some kind of Aladdin cosplay shit?" he said aloud.

Don't deny that you got horny the second I said wish.

"Yeah, because of course that was totally unrelated to the mind melting hottie on her knees in front of me."

Samson looked up.

"Can I grant you a wish, Samson?" said the mind melting hottie with a lecherous smile.

"I can think of at least three," he told her.