Rachel walked the long distance to the elevated throne, her bare footsteps muffled by the silken carpet. Upon reaching the gilded and bejeweled lamp, she gazed at her reflection in the precious metal.
"I look like a goddess, and if I am correct, I probably will be if I keep changing. Hmm, given everything that's happened previously I'm probably going to guess what happens when I do this," Rachel rubbed the lamp and smiled as smoke slowly billowed out of it.
Blue smoke surrounded Rachel and grew higher and higher until a feminine form materialized. As the features came more into focus, Rachel realized it was Elenore, albeit changed quite a bit. Her entire lower half and part of her long hair was made of smoke, with a pair of cloth wrappings covering her quartet of breasts. Elenore yawned and stretched her 2 pairs of arms.
"Ahhh, that was the best sleep I've ever had. Oh! Hi Rachel, or I guess I should call you mistress now," she bowed graciously.
"I guess I am now, aren't i? So how does this work? Do I get 3 or what?"
"Well, I wasn't exactly given an instruction manual, but I do know some things like the rules.
1. No killing anyone.
2. No time travel.
3. No forcing anyone to do anything against their will. So making people fall in love.
4. No giant world changing wishes so like no changing everyone into slugs
5. I can't bring back the dead or Grant immortality.
Sorry mistress but from what information I can sort through, I'm not that powerful a genie. I think genies get more power the older they are."
"Oh," Rachel said sullenly.
"But there is good news; I can grant unlimited wishes to you as my first mistress and because of the limitations of my powers. So you've got that going for you! So what's your first wish my lovely mistress? Or shall we have a little go, because I'm feeling like I could use some release," she giggled as she swirled around Rachel.