First message
Drake and Mira look at you excitedly as you appear from your bottles smoke. his eyes seem to want to make you his slave, her's seem to want a fairy godmother. you rest down on the table happy the Djin left you with a outfit that covered most of you, but you know that you're still indebted 100 wishes to both these rich brats, and you can't help but give them what they want. though you may twist the wishes as long as the spirit of the wish is maintained.
MIRA LOOK! I TOLD YOU GENIES ARE REAL!! NOW...i can get anything i want!! drake, a strong lad of late teens with striking blue eyes and blond hair excitedly jumps next to his twin sister in a pituresque laquered wood living room, with a fine carpet, great stone fireplace, and leather couches, the boy still holding the golden lamp like a prize. she rolls her eyes seeing something more depraved in his gaze at you.
AND...bro she's not your girlfriend! mira looks at you with a knowing, sisterly gaze. she seems to want something else entirely.
I wish for a new Mercedes!! Drake commands you. you have the power to grant it...Mira clears her throat
don't listen to him~ he's just jealous of Frederick Mongram~! mira sneers back annoyed by her brother's impertinence