Sarah grabbed her, but found she was suddenly holding thin air. The blue woman glared at her. "Right now, I am just disappointed in you Sarah. You do not want to make me angry with you."
"Now, where was I?" she said, turning her attention back to the room. She raised her hands, like a conductor starting Beethoven's Fifth.
"Who ARE you?"
"Shula. As I told you when we first met, Sarah, your kind tends to make up stories about us. They do often get it wrong, although that is intentional on our part. Wish granting beings are also not all alike, and follow the same rules. Although I did take advantage of that genie myth once or twice in my lifetime." She continued, gesturing at objects in the room as it became increasingly more average. Designer bag replaced by ratty bookbag. Queen bed to twin sized bed. Makeup table to scuffed up pressboard desk and chair.
"How do I get you to stop this?" Sarah insisted. "What do you want?"
Shula paused. "I am an ancient magical being...what exactly do you think you have to offer that I might want? My wants and desires are my business. But I do play by the rules. So, you might be able to get something out of me, but this rich brat fantasy is over."
"I wish..." Sarah started.
Shula suddenly put a hand over Sarah's mouth. "You really don't want to know what happens if you try that. It isn't what you think," she said. "No saying the W word around me."
Sarah paused. "How do I know you aren't lying?"
"If I was, what would you do about it?" She said, touching a nearby pair of pumps, which reverted into a pair of scuffed up sneakers.
