Leave this place

Whatever’s going on, you figure this ‘Nyx’ knows her way around. You decide to try for a quick finish and wish to leave this place.

Nyx brings a hand to her mouth to stifle a chuckle. The other hand reaches under the table and brings up a bottle. She stretches forward, rubbing her chest against the wood, and places it near the middle.

“I’m sure this cyanide will help you leave.” Nyx chirps, looking at you encouragingly.

You balk and refuse to drink the poison. You shift in your seat as you feel a chill on your spine.

“I understand,” Nyx comforts nodding her still smiling head. “but it looks like you’re the genie now since you refused your wish. And that brings us to my turn.”

Nyx thinks for a moment glancing at you trying to figure out how you might respond to whatever she’s thinking.

“I’m sorry to bring something like that out so early in the game,” Nyx pouts, “To make it up to you, I wish you had a pretty pink bow in your hair.”

From your wish just now, you gather the wishes really need to be granted. You look down and see you don’t have anything pink, let alone something that could be fashioned into a bow. You ask Nyx what you should do.

“Hm? Well, if you can’t grant my wish, I suppose you lose.”

You ask how she granted your wish.

“Well, that’s why I went first. I thought you would figure it out from watching me.”

Deciding to imitate her as best you can, you shove your hand under the table thinking of the bow you wish to find.