An archaeologist woman (VTheImpaler)

You hear the sound of rubbed metal echo throughout your little paradise, calling you to the service of a new master. With an electric _snap_ you manifest before them, sending the Archaeologist in front of you reeling as she staggers back in surprise. She massages her hand where she felt the static electricity from your release and you take a moment to cross your arms across your vibrant and voluptuous chest and take in your new master’s appearance.

She is a lithe woman, with slender yet strong and well defined muscles presumably from moths or years of hiking through hazardous jungles or derelict ruins like the one you find yourself in now. Her hair is short, cut roughly sometime recently by the machete strapped across her thigh, and it is blond with traces of faded blue hair dye which appears to be on the way out as it were. She is practically caked in dry mud up to her knees, and the rest of her isn’t particularly clean either. Streaks of grime darken her skin and harden on her clothes, which are practical and skimpy enough to give her a reasonable tan. You note that her eyes are a striking blue, and they are focused entirely on you.

“Wha- who-?“ she fumbles her words.

“Alright, alright, let’s cut to the chase,” your voice echoes around the room, “I’m a genie, you’re my master, you get three wishes.”

The adventurer, still shocked from your appearance, takes a moment to gather her thoughts. She mutters to herself, apparently trying to convince herself that you’re real, then talking herself through deciding what to wish.

You interrupt her rambling, “Hurry it up, won’t you?”

She glances back at you fearfully, and her eyes seem to stick to your full breasts as her muttering pivots to ideas which are more… sensual.

“Have you made up your mind?” You ask, pointedly squishing your tits between your arms.

She seems to snap out of a trance, shaking herself out of whatever she was just imagining. “Yes, I think I’ve got my first wish…“