Wait...did she just say 'Master'?

Connor's jaw dropped at the first sight of the woman, and his eyes grew wide as saucers; he couldn't help but run his gaze up and down every inch of her body, drinking in every detail of her delightfully sexy form--even as his higher functions struggled to make sense of the bizarre situation.

"Who...who are you?" he managed to demand in a voice choked with confused lust. "And...what the hell do you mean, Master?"

"My name is Meliya, Master," the woman purred, her every word dripping sex. She did not blush under his gaze, or show any sign of embarrassment. Indeed, she seemed to enjoy being on such brazen display. "And I mean precisely what I say, Master. You are my Master. I am the genie of the ring, and as long as you possess the ring, I am your loyal ****. It will be my pleasure to grant your every wish and serve your every desire."

"Genie," Connor repeated blankly. Now he knew he had to be dreaming. That explained a lot. He was hardly the type women threw themselves on, let alone called Master. For him, it was just as fictional a concept as genies. A dream...his hormonal mind running away with him. That was the only explanation. Even as he thought so, however, his hands moved of their own accord, slipping the ring onto his finger. If it was a dream, there was no harm in playing along, right?