“Emilia? Are you, um, alright?”
Into the room walks Violeta, your Mistress. She’s a young actress in the city who found your lamp outside her apartment complex yesterday. She unleashed you shortly after but hadn’t made a wish yet, deciding to mull it over and actually wanting to bond, which was a nice gesture. You think she’s a beautiful young woman, but you’d never tell her that. Plus, she’s straight.
“I’m alright Mistress, just a sudden bout of dizziness,” you say. “So anyway, any wish ideas yet, Mistress?”
“Oh...” she murmurs, cracking a smile. “Actually...”