Wyin, a Djinn friend of hers

"Wyin?" Jean says, "What are you doing here? Did you come to help?"

Jean looks towards her friend, standing with a bemused smirk and a jaunty pose with fists on her hips. Wyin is into a typical human form like Jean, though not as blatantly sexualised despite her hot body. Her hair is a vibrant orange, worn in a curly mess to match the Irish appearance she seems to be going for, falling around her petite but curvy body to her ankles. her body is covered (except by her hair) by a blue harem outfit, a compressed gold-lined tank top that holds tight to her C-cups, but no display of cleavage otherwise. Genie pants that smoothly puff out and made of a transparent material, but does not bare anything, as she also seems to be wearing blue tights underneath them. Pointy toed flats adorn her small feet, and waves of greenish smoke billowing in a light spiral around them as she levitates at least an inch off the ground.

"Heh, so this is where you were." Wyin chuckles, watching Jean walk over to the closest wall, "I'm actually surprised you got caught so quickly, didn't you just get released a month ago?"

Jean looks away, embarrassed. "Y-yeah, but I don't know what happened! I just woke up like this after passing out on my favorite cloud."

Wyin cocks an eyebrow and smugly floats over to the wishing pedestal, swinging her wide hips to an unknown beat while she pretends to walk. She looks over the stand that seems to make her grant wishes and audibly hums in thought. "Well, I never seen a setup like this before...Of course, humans are often greedy, so maybe this sort of thing was always possible..."She mumbles, fascinated by the arrangement on display.

Jean groans. "Ugh, stop admiring the vermin, you always do this, race traitor." She says sardonically. "Can you help me get outta this stupid box? Like, knock the stand over or something? Maybe that'll work."

Wyin looks over to her, as if considering something, gears quickly turning in her mind. "So, this thing is able to grant humans wishes for mere currency..." Jean presses her hands on her hips, showing her impatience, "Yeah, yeah. Ten bucks and that person gets a wish. Now hurry up please, I had spent too long in here as it stands."

Wyin then blinks, and goes wide-eyed, quickly looking over to the pedestal and muttering, "I wonder..."

Jean doesn't like that glimmer in Wyin's teeth as she smiles. "W-what are you..." But is cut off by Wyin pulling a ten dollar bill from the waistband of her pants, which look in no way able to hold anything of the sort. "Say Jean, you remember the year, oh I don't know...1896?"

Jean gulps, she remembers. That was the time she stumbled onto Wyin being a genie to a guy in France. She was having a miserable time of it, as the human found out how to get infinite wishes out of her, just by making sure to make the wish about Wyin. The frenchman welcomed Jean, whom was under the guise as a noblewoman, and they both had fun with Wyin, making her do all kinds of brazen acts. After a month of torment, Jean finally helps her out by 'accidentally' knocking over her bottle, shattering it and Jean left back home before either of them knew what was going on.

"L-look" Jean pleaded, "I did you a solid, I freed you! Sure it took a month to do it, but I needed to convince him that I was on his side, is all"

"Oh, REALLY?!" Wyin angrily burst out, slamming a palm against the glass wall. "And did that mean making every suggestion he made worse?! I saw you, you wee whispering in Jaques' ear every time, and always right before he was about to make a humiliating wish, too! Quite the coinkie-dink, HUH!" Wyin shrieked, wind at her feet rushing madly in circles.

"Well, now it's MY turn. It'll be SO much fun being the wisher this time~" And with that, Wyin slipped the magically conjured bill into the slot as Jean looks petrified.