"Alice" put her clothes, her underwear, shoes, her handbag into the safe. May had drifted back into the lamp, as she hadn't been asked any wishes in some time. And so it was the Djinn Bottle was sealed in the safe, as two burly men hauled it off. "Right, we'll have that sealed away in our vaults; your possessions no longer belong to you anyway, per your contract," said the director, steering the now-naked Alice towards the simple set, that of a lone chair illuminated in spotlight. She sat down, looking around.
He realised his mistake. He couldn't wish himself out of this, leaving the real Alice to suffer through. He was stuck here now. Panic entered his eyes and he went to protest, but the director spoke first. "Right, no backing out now," he said brusquely, "So comply with everything we say, don't struggle too visibly, answer any questions. Got it?"
The magic seized "Alice", and she nodded, smiling. "Got it."