Of course, what, did you think the Fenrir was gonna?

"What the actual fuck!?" Zane demanded as the Fenrir once again attacked him when he tried to grab the Lamp. "Oi, I don't have time for you! Sleep!" he growled, putting his hand on the beast's head, and casting the spell, making it slump. He then picked the Lamp up, looking it over. "Rosemary?" he asked, before grimacing and rubbing it.

He stiffened as the blue mist erupted out of it again, and reformed Rosemary. "Wow. That was different," she said. She was floating in the air with a blue tail connecting to the lamp, and her breasts had increased a little bit in size, and her robes had been replaced with what looked like the silk, exotic dancer garb of one of the desert nations that had Daxlene, Goddess of Love and Beauty as their patron deity.

Zane stared as Rosemary emerged. "... Rosemary?" he asked. "The hell just happened?"

"This lamp was empty, so it claimed me as the new Djinn," Rosemary replied as she felt her own skin, looking at herself in wonder. "Feels amazing. So what's your first wife Master? Oh and this is a unique Djinn Lamp so I need wishes that are sexual in nature."

"...I'm sorry, could you run all that by me again?" Zane asked her, gaping at her like she had grown a second head.

"Yes Master," Rosemary said. "This Djinn Lamp was empty. So the first person to touch it was captured to become the new Djinn. I have become Djinn. Is that clear enough?"

"...and... Are you okay?" Zane asked. "And stop calling me Master!"

"Yes Ma... Sir Zane. I'm good actually, it feels really good honestly. I think the God of Stars may not like you, given how things played out."

"... what's that supposed to mean?" Zane asked her.

"Well the God of Stars said you shouldn't touch it but that I could. Had you touched it, you may be feeling this amazing feeling. But it seems the gods felt I deserved this instead, Sir Zane," Rosemary explained, smiling. "So what is your first wish?"

"...are you actually okay, or are you just brainwashed?" he asked her, clearly concerned.

"Hmm. I feel okay. A bit frustrated you haven't made a wish or asked me to bend over so you can fuck me raw. But beyond that I feel great. If you are asking if I'm still Rosemary, your teacher and friend? Hmm. I don't think I can answer. How would I personally know the difference? If you want me to continue teaching you, I will. I'll do anything I can for you Sir Zane."

"...yeah, no Sir Zane either, just... Call me as you normally would. And let's get those damn ingredients, then head back, I'm going to perform an examination of your soul at my place," he told her.

"As you wish.... Zane. Hmm. May I protest something please?" Rosemary asked as she looked around for the ingredients.

"...you can protest whatever you want," he told her.

"Thank you. I'd much rather call you by some title. You hold my lamp. You own me. For me to address you as equals or as if you were no different than anyone else deeply offends my sense of self. It would be so impolite! May I please address you by some title to reflect your status?" Rosemary pleaded.

"... Rosemary, you have been converted into some kind of ethereal being, and are acting off, I would prefer not to lean into that until we have a better idea of this..." Zane pinched the bridge of his nose as they found the ingredients and started to gather them.

"As you wish," Rosemary said, deflated as she began picking some of the ingredients as well.

They soon headed back, and he looked her over as he walked. "...can you reform your legs? And your original clothes?"

"Yes... I can," she said. "Though if it is all the same to you, may I rest inside my lamp?"

"Why?" he asked her, staring.

"I wanna masturbate," Rosemary said. "Plus I was only able to look around for a minute before you summoned me."

"...is there even anything inside the lamp?" he asked, comically closing one eye and looking down the spout with the other.

"Yes, it is a nice room with a big bed and nice sheets. I barely got to touch them when you called me," she said.

"...must be a whole pocket dimension in there then," he noted, reaching the treeline. "Okay, go ahead and go back in, I'll rub it again when I'm in my workshop..."

"Yes.... Zane. Thank you," Rosemary said as she poofed back into her lamp.

After about ten more minutes of walking through town, he reached his home, a small place, but with all the necessary amenities, and a functional workshop in the basement. He headed down, and rubbed the lamp again.