Accept Bangaal's offer and make the wish

It was basic math: if there were five fully functioning copies of you, there needed to be at least five fully functioning genies. Even the prideful Amulette couldn't argue with that, right? She probably had a good reason to be confident, but with the opportunity to test your your newly bestowed multiple bodies on tangible copies of Bangaal in front of you, it was hard to give that up to share one girl between five.

“Oh ho ho ho! Master Lavender Vin! You can do basic math. Bangaal likes that in a man!” the djinn applauded you, using her one voice while all the others clapped in unison. “What is the expression… 'Good is greed?' Yes! It is very good, because your greed for more and more of Bangaal will lead you to experience the night of your life!” she giggled, sounding exuberant. Her golden eyes glimmered and the white of a big grin flashed underneath her veil– under the veils of all the Bangaals, rather. She wasn't just a master of chaos magic. She relished its very usage.

You gave Bangaal the wish she wanted to hear: you commanded her to empower her copies into something more resilient using her chaos magic.

The witch backed off, into the veritable cloud of Bangaals. “Ke he he he he… Pray that our precocious pawn has not pinched off more than is practical,” Amulette chuckled, tilting her hat down slightly to shade her eyes while a smirk rest upon her face. “A lesson to learn, oh loveable lunk-head . The djinn's head is just as hollow, even if there are a hundred of her.”

“Ha ha ha! Someone is a sore loser, Bangaal thinks!” the djinns laughed all around her, as they increased the speed of their dance. The speed became too much to watch– dizzying, confusing. It seemed as though they were leaving after images. How much of this was the magic and how much of it was your drunkenness? It was hard to tell, but you couldn't manage to count the impossible number of hands and fingers swirling among the dancers. Another pair of hands wrapped around your face, clasping fingers over your eyes, as though playing peek-a-boo.

When it lifted, you saw the sight that Bangaal had promised you. They'd grown more numerous, but there was no red smoke, no trick of the light, no shimmering illusion. Every one of the women appeared to be exact mirror images of the original's form: shapely belly-dancers with shining brown skin and white dancers garbs, all grinning with excitement.

You felt extremely outnumbered. You were still getting used to there being five of you, but there were too many Bangaals to even begin counting. You had the odd sensation of the other yous being touched, somehow felt in your own nerves despite the separation of their bodies, as one by one, each of them was pulled into a throng of djinns. As you lost sight of them, three Bangaals approached with their arms thrown around each other's shoulders, slowly swaying their hips in perfect matched timing. "Hm hm hm! Perhaps you should have asked the Bonewhistle for more potions? I wonder if five of you can handle all of Bangaal...?" The smell of perfume in the center of the camp was intoxicating, seeming to come from every direction at once. You felt like your head was swimming again...

You ended up backing away, almost instinctively. As you did, you ended up pushed against the band-wrapped breast of another Bangaal, who hugged her arms around you, laying her hands upon your belly. Her finger lightly flicked at your metal belt buckle.

You found yourself momentarily distracted by the one thing in your field of vision that was not Bangaal. Amulette was seated at her beginning spot, wearing a wry smile as various Bangaals shook their hips in dance at her face level. She was trying to work on another of her potions, but it didn't seem she'd be making much progress, with all of the activity going on tonight.

"This noise is a nasty nuisance. That woman can't walk without wagging those worthless windchimes all over. Her raucous, ringing revelry really doesn't agree with alchemy at all!"

You had to sympathize with her on that point, though you thought her complaints of sensory overload were a bit ridiculous when you feeling for five. It was as though Bangaal was pressed against every part of your body at once, somehow multiple times in one place, with multitudes of the woman clouding your sight. You wondered if Amulette might be happier joining in on the festivities? It might be somewhat tricky to convince her, though...