After what felt like hours, the rock, paper, scissors tournament was over, Alex ended up winning. A few of you complained, saying you just wasted your time for nothing since it's the one who found the lamp who gets to rub it anyway.
Alex rubbed the lamp and smoke came out of it before a woman emerged from it. She was wearing a genie outfit and had a mysterious aura around her. She somehow looked both sexy and scary, playful and dangerous, eager and unenthusiastic.
The Femme Fatale walked, her hips swaying seductively but also in a way that made it seem like she wouldn't let anyone approach her. Soon, she leaned against the wall and looked straight at Alex, the one who freed her.