You're browsing through a crowded antique shop when something catches your eye: a tarnished brass oil lamp. You pick up the ancient-looking lamp, green with verdigris and covered with dust. This looks Persian, you note, turning the intricate artifact over i your hands, trying to make out the intricate symbols. You use your sleeve to try to brush off the thick layer of dust. The lamp vibrates in your hand, and a sweet-smelling smoke quickly fills the cramped space. The haze coalesces into a feminine silhouette, and suddenly a beautiful woman stands before you—clad in little more than a pink bikini and matching red velvet fez and vest. Her eyes blink in disbelief as she smiles at you in wonder. What wouldst thou with me? I am the Slave of the Lamp, and will obey thee in all things.