That evening, the genie invisibly entered the estate of the Bradfords, the wealthiest family in town. This was the night of their annual cotillion, and ANYONE who was ANYONE was there! Or so the Bradfords said.
The genie noticed a waiter with the nametag of GENE on his uniform. The genie appeared in front of him and turned himself into Gene's exact double, then took the tray the waiter was carrying.
"What the hell?" said the real Gene.
"Worry not, good sir," said the genie. "I'll take over for you. And, in the meantime, enjoy yourself!"
"But ... " And Gene disappeared.
He found himself instantly in among a group of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. And he discovered he was a big, powerful body, with a beard on his face. He was dressed like something out of the Arabian Nights.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Do not be frightened, o mighty shiek," said one woman. "A friend of ours has obviously sent you here while he takes your place. For this 'imposition,' you shall be richly rewarded, with gold at the end of your time here, and with any sensual delights you can thing of while you're here."
And the woman made sure he understood what that would entail, to his great wonder and joy.
Meanwhile, back at the cotillion ...