Talk a little, and make out.

Jaune sat on the bench, and Pyrrha smiled softly, her clothes returning to the lewd dancer outfit state, and she allowed her legs to revert to tail form as well. "So, Master, do you want to use your genie **** at all?" she invited.

"I mean, yes, but... Ah, it's all so much!" Jaune exclaimed, tugging at his hair. "What does a guy even do when he has all this power!?"

"I would assume whatever you want," Pyrrha replied, floating over to him, and placing her hands on his shoulders, beaming. "You need not worry about my feelings, I'm always happy to serve," she assured him. "Whatever your desire may be, my own is to fulfill it. You could fuck me in public, make me walk around on all fours, naked with a leash and collar, knock me up, anything. I love nothing more than the thought of obeying your commands."

He gulped. "...being a genie is quite a trip, isn't it?" he asked her.

"Very much so, Master, but one I have absolutely no regrets embracing," she assured him. "I may have had some misgivings about my power being misused, logically speaking, but I confess to emotional detachment to potential negative consequences. I suppose you're feeling the weight of the responsibility, aren't you?"

"...yeah, I am... How did you read me so easily?" he asked.

Pyrrha gave him a knowing smile. "Because I've been there. Like I said back in the forest, I was always on a pedestal others propped me up on." She placed her forehead against his, gazing adoringly into his eyes. "It was lonely, but now I have you... And honestly, I was already interested in you even before I became your a genie, and your ****..."

"Really? But we just met this morning," Jaune replied, stunned. How had he caught the eye of someone as... Well, amazing as Pyrrha?

"You didn't immediately recognize me," she said simply.

"Eh... What? Run that by me again? It went a little fast," he requested, not getting it all.

She chuckled softly. "Master, almost everyone knew who I was from the moment they first saw me. And those who didn't didn't give me the time of day. Those that did... Well, none of them were being their genuine selves with me... But you were nice from the get go... If a little bumbling. Even though you didn't immediately know who I was. You needed a reminder of my fame to do so. Of course, when you did recognize me, it was for a bit of a silly reason. The Pumpkin Pete commercials I did, really?" she giggled.

"...nice to know you're still capable of teasing me a little," he chuckled sheepishly, glad she wasn't going to just be a mindless yes woman. Oh, she'd definitely eagerly follow his orders, but she still had individuality that could coexist with her unconditional devotion. "But seriously, the cereal is delicious!"

"And unhealthy," she quipped.

"...an unfortunate issue with a lot of tasty things..." he deflated. He then cupped her cheeks in his hands, taking a moment to just gaze into her deep emerald eyes, losing himself in them. She returned the gaze, smiling softly.

He then acted on impulse, moving to capture her lips with his own. She immediately reciprocated, returning the kiss passionately. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she made out with him, parting her lips to invite his tongue into her mouth. He hesitated only briefly to accept the invite, sliding his tongue in, and intermingling it with hers.