A beautiful, elegant demon woman was looking at you and smiling. "Such an improvement. Thank you. cousin." You knew that the demons--the children of Iblis--and the Djinn viewed each other as cousins, "I suppose I'm still technically the same person as that loser male human and I don't get any more wishes." You knew this was true. "But then" she gave you a glimpse of her exquisite breasts "I don't think I need them, do I?"
Every cell in your supernatural body is overcome by desire for this woman, while a tiny part of your mind is realizing that the trail of broken hearts is going to begin with yours.
"And now" she says "Why don't you show me the inside of your bottle?"
"B-b-but there's a limit to occupancy just one." you stammer.
She rolls her eyes and gives a silvery laugh. "Rules?"