"You're a genie, right? So doesn't that mean that you'll grant wishes?" Derek asked Jen.
"No, Master."
"Huh? But you're a genie. You're supposed to give me three wishes. That's how it goes."
"I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about, Master. My function is to serve you, to be your slave. Not to grant wishes."
So, no wishes. But maybe this wouldn't be so bad. "So, you'll do anything I ask?"
"Yes, Master."
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad at all.
