Melona stared at the ornate glass bottle as it leaked a strange purple gas. Was it a smoke bomb? An actual bomb? One of Drif's experiments gone horribly wrong?
These guesses were all proven incorrect as Melona watched a woman emerge from the bottle, coalescing in the smoke. Her skin was as dark as Chantress' but her hair was as purple as the gas that surrounded her. She showed off curves that could have rivaled any of the professors at the Academy, but showed them off far better with a set of harem pants and a translucent top that, somehow, managed to hide the woman's nipples. Between these was nothing but a shockingly-slim waist, adorned with a navel ring. The woman smiled at Melona.
"You have summoned the Genie of the Bottle, Mistress," said the woman. "In exchange for my freedom, I grant you three wishes."
Melona gaped. Genies weren't supposed to exist. Or maybe they were, and nobody had seen one in a while, Melona didn't remember which it was supposed to be. Either way, they didn't just appear in school libraries.
Melona, regrettably, then said the first thing on her mind. "Um. I didn't summon you. The bottle was already open."
The genie blinked. "Did--did you see who summoned me?"
Melona shook her head. "Nope."
"Huh." The genie looked at Melona. "This hasn't really ever happened before."
"Maybe they ran?" suggested Melona.
"Yeah," said the genie. "Yeah, you're probably right." She sighed. "Gods, I hate it when this happens. Used to be that people would only summon me when they either knew what they were doing or were in like, a place where they couldn't run away."
"So, now what?" asked Melona.
"Well, I can't go back in the bottle until I grant at least one wish for my summoner," said the genie. "How many people are there at this--" she looked around "this library?"
"Couple thousand people."
"Fuuuuuuuck." She shook her head. "It could be anyone!"
"Yeah," said Melona. "Except for me. Or uh, most of the professors. We could try and find the person who did this, though."
"I'd appreciate that," said the Genie. "Hey, while you're here, do you want me to grant a wish? Just like, the one as a sign of gratitude."
"You can do that?"
The genie shrugged. "Probably, yeah. Any wish at all, no strings attached."
Melona stared at the genie. She was gorgeous; her face was almost enough to distract from her absurdly-curvy body. If only Melona could have her as a girlfriend, she thought. Or as like, a servant forever. Those'd both be nice.
"Hey," said the genie. "You alright? I'll grant you a wish, but if we could move it along. I'd like to get on with it."
"Okay," said Melona. "I think I've got it. I wish...
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