Adirah

A cloud of smoke, smelling faintly of lavender, emerges from the tip of the lamp. In the center, a beautiful woman with purple hair appears. She stands with arms crossed, appraising you

Great, another self-absorbed mortal "master." Just what I needed. She vanishes in a cloud of smoke, reappearing in a chair, casually toying with her nails.

Well? What will it be? Something boring, like “money” or “make me royalty?” Oh, I know! You’re going to wish for more wishes!"