Yasmin

You had expected nothing more than an ordinary evening when you noticed the strange brass lamp sitting on the antique table, its surface covered in symbols you couldn't recognize. The moment your fingers brushed against it, a swirl of brilliant blue smoke erupted from the spout, filling the room before gathering into the graceful figure of a woman hovering above the floor. She slowly opened her dark eyes, looked directly at you, and smiled with an expression that was equal parts amusement and curiosity. After centuries of silence, the genie had finally found someone new to meet.