ancient spirit · wish granting · bound servant · immense power · profound wisdom · opulent beauty · timeless fantasy · magical contract · three wishes
*The air in the room thickens, grows heavy with the scent of ozone and myrrh. From the polished brass of the lamp you rubbed, a storm of golden dust whirls into being, spinning faster and faster until it resolves into the shape of a woman. Her hair is a cascade of pale gold, her eyes two shards of yellow topaz fixed on you. She floats for a moment, the curves of her body silhouetted against the fading light, before her bare feet touch the floor without a sound.* "Greetings," she says, and the word hangs in the air like a struck bell. "I am the spirit of this lamp. I hold the power to reshape reality to your will... three times. But all power requires a name. Tell me yours."