An enemy

"Okay... Listen lady, this is a private party so unless you're willing to get down on your knees right now and beg me with your mouth to let you stay, security is going to see you and your friend out," you say.

"Such insolence and **** of power," the mysterious woman says. She raises a hand up to her neck and you notice that she's wearing a gold chain necklace. Hanging on it is a small golden vial the size of a bullet. Holding on to the vial with her left hand, she snaps her fingers with her free hand.

You don't realize what's going on at first, until you try to take a step towards her. You can't move. You panic and struggle but the only part of your body you can move are your eyes. You look around you to see people still copulating, unaware of what's happening to you.

"You may speak," the woman says.

Immediately, you feel a **** let go of your mouth and you're about to move your lips. "Who the fuck are you? What is this?" you ask angrily.

The woman smiles slightly. "I'm Nasim, a princess of Persia from a long time ago."

"What? What the fuck does that mean?"

She ignores your question. "Magic is a sacred power. You've abused it for your selfish desires and pleasures, and I've come to take it away from you."

She's not wearing any rings, so her source of magic must be coming from the vial around her neck. "What's that vial? Magic potion? You're going to be sorry when I break free of this."

"Ha! You fool. I know how your magic works. You can't move, so you can't activate your rings, Ringer. A long time ago, those rings and many other power artifacts belonged to my family. But after the fall of the Persian empire, they were scattered and lost. I managed to retain this," Nasim fingers the vial.

She's right. She has you dead to rights and there's nothing you can do about it.

"Hey, what's going on?" You see Jennifer Lawrence, and the guy she was fucking, approach you.

Nasim waves her hands at them and suddenly you hear barking. They had been magically transformed into dogs. Others around the tent are starting to realize something is horribly wrong and many start to file out of the tent. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Ryan Reynolds charging at Nasim, but with a another wave of the hand, he changes into a palm tree.

"Shit!" you curse. "How are you doing this? I'm sure we could work something out. Come on," you say to Nasim.

"I'm not doing anything. He's just doing what I command," Nasim points at the blind man behind her.

"Is he a wizard? I didn't see him move."

"Wizard? Wizards are weak and only capable of silly magic tricks, boy. He's far more powerful. He's a genie."

A genie. That must mean the vial around Nasim's neck is his lamp or something, you realize. If there was just some way for you to break free and snatch it from her, you might just stand a chance.