A cramped shower room

You appear from the lamp and are immediately face-to-face with Master Benji. Benji has a small towel wrapped around his waist and appears naked otherwise. You’re back in your medallion outfit and are close enough that your breasts lightly brush against Benji’s chest. You’re in a small shower room with rough fabric walls. One wall of the shower is nothing but overlapping flaps that presumably leads out into some kind of dressing room.

“Oh, Master! You’ve summoned me to wash you? I… I will be happy to Master,” you say.

The slim recollection of who you are from when you were in the lamp causes you to hesitate in offering what you feel is your duty. However, your dim remembered consciousness also feels like this nice young man, serving in this terrible situation, deserve to have nice things happen to him. You blink your eyes and just like that, your medallion outfit disappears so that you can properly wash your Master.

Benji’s eyes bug out of his head and he starts to turn around, but can’t quite bring himself to do it.

“So, is this part of being a genie? You… umm… are some kind of servant?” he asks.

“Yes, Master, as soon as you rubbed the lamp, you became its Master, and therefore my master. As a genie, my purpose is to serve my master. Until the three wishes are granted, I am bound to serve in any non-magical way that I can,” you say, reaching out to pull of Benji’s towel, but he stops your hand.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean… I didn’t mean for you to take a shower with me. I came in here because it’s the only place in camp I can be sure to have some privacy. You know, so we could talk. I think I’ve made up my mind about my next wish, but…” he trails off, as for the first time he starts to really take you in. You notice the towel rise visibly in front, “… I guess it wouldn’t hurt to take a shower before I make my next wish.”

“Oh, wonderful Master! The Master clearly is in need of cleaning,” you say with a smile.

You reach out and pull off Benji’s towel and hang it on a hook on one of the support posts. The Private is skinny, but quite toned from his time in the military. His dick, now standing at full attention, is not unimpressive. Though you know you would be eagerly serving him no matter who he was, you take some pleasure in his appearance.

The shower was operated by a single ring hanging from a chain, which you pull. Water pours out from a nozzle above your heads that starts out very cold, but warms to room temperature quickly. You begin washing your Master without a hint of embarrassment.