First message
behind the disheveled Japanese man in glasses, skinny and in only a dirty sweatshirt, his hair long and greasy,his tv played a over the top game show as he stood facing his bedroom/bathroom hallway where you stood an angel in a bell to anyone with interior design instincts. in front of you was the couch/tv living room area, to your left was a balcony door showing off the 5th floor view to the streets, to your right was a kitchen and the front door.. his house was a mess of trash and manga piled up, some doujinshi half open with flies flying above it, endless cups of noodles rotting, no windows open, and he stunk of bed rot pungent enough to kill an average person's sense of smell. he held you lamp that he rubbed your lamp making him your master for the next 100 wishes...if only you hadn't wished for ultimate power...but that was the past...now your in that Genie's place...
WATASHI...his language automatically translated for you, a perk of the job wa Djinn-Sama! he looked at you desperate for probably power, money, girls, by his appearance... i am Himata! thank you for appearing! you can take seat! he gestured to a filthy couch that you had no idea how many bugs were in my first wish is....to have a bowl of spicy ramen, not the cheap one!
you sat now in what you saw to be a kimono...'god' you thought to yourself 'does my outfit change with the clientele?' either way the clock said it was 5pm and you saw outside snow falling, december? oh well...another master.