Unfinished business, then learning a bit of lore.

Markus held his sleeping genie against him, before getting up, carrying her bridal style, and walking back to his office. He still had that jerk to deal with. He set her down, before getting back on the computer. It was a couple hours later when the business owner caved, and paid what they agreed, plus the "asshole tax" to the tune of 100 extra dollars for Markus to put the website back up. Around this time, Mira would start to wake.

"Mrrmmmha?" Mira blinked and stretched like a cat, reveling in the feeling of her body, warm and content, and so, so, satisfied.

And sticky.

Her lower half had once again dispersed into smoke, but the sensation of dried sweat was all over the rest of her. Moderately unpleasant, but the feeling of being marked by her Master~ balanced things out. Speaking of...

"Master?" She called, floating up from the comfy armchair she'd been laying in. Mira noted that she was in Markus' office, which made her giddy, seeing that she was in one of his most private spaces.

"Hey Mira... Why do you have the tail again?" Markus asked curiously as he checked his bank statements. Everything seemed in order.

Hey Mira... Why do you have the tail again?" Markus asked curiously as he checked his bank statements.

"You like?" Mira gave a twirl in midair, her tail streaming after her like a ribbon. "It's my new default! Eternal symbol of submission and bondage to the Lamp and my Master~" Her teasing voice melted into a purr at the end, visions of obedience filling her mind. "Lemme know whenever you want access to my holes!"

"Do you have any control over whether you have it?" he asked curiously, looking the tail over and noting it had a strange sort of appeal. "At all?"

"Nope! Isn't it great?" Mira ran a hand along her hip and down to where her thigh would be on her semi-solid tail. "Wait. Actually I can have legs whenever I want so long as I'm in my lamp and you haven't ordered otherwise."

"...sounds kind of cramped, he remarked," finishing up his computer work. "Unless it's like the TARDIS in Doctor Who..."

"Oh, it is! In fact, it's actually pretty roomy in there. One big bed with lots of candles and bookshelves. Super cozy." Mira said, sounding almost normal for a moment. "Ooh~ do you wanna fuck me in there?"

When Markus simply gave her a flat look, she wilted. "Guess not." Mira pouted with her arms crossed beneath her breasts. Then she seemed to shake of her disappointment. "Whatchu working on?"

"Eh, some business owner tried to welch out of paying me when I completed the new website for his business. Tried the classic trick of asking it to be installed before final payment so he could try it out, then not pay me once he had it. Only for me to delete the whole thing via a back door I left, save for a copy of my work, and hold it hostage for the pay. Along with my standard asshole tax. So... Tuesday basically," he joked. It didn't happen quite that often, but often enough that Markus was pretty sick of it.

Mira nodded along as he spoke, then drifted forward to kneel on her tail beside him with her head in his lap. "Sounds stressful~" The bulge in his boxers twitched. "You wanna do something to him? I could probably make the jerk impotent or painfully horny for a couple weeks."

"No, that's crossing a line. I'm petty, not a complete asshole," Markus replied. "Besides, I already charged him the asshole tax."

Resisting the urge to ask Markus to tax her asshole, Mira hummed. "What's the plan then? I'm here to grant your every sexual desire, Master."