Chapter 11

- "Hello, sir." she said. "My name is Sylvia."

- "Hah!" said a man behind me. "Kiss your money goodbye, you fool."

I don't remember exactly how it happened, but he was escorted off the premises, while Sylvia asked me what I wanted to drink.

- "Iiran red would be nice." I said. "You're not a dark elf, are you?" Her ears were normal.

- "No, Sir. I am a Jasmi. A female Djinn, if you prefer. The magical suppression field that you feel is mine."

- "I've never heard of Jasmi - pardon my ignorance. Are all Jasmi as beautiful as you?"

- "You flatter me, Sir. The Jann are less prominent in your tales than the Djinn. We do not grant wishes, or live in bottles." I can't even begin to describe her voice. I swear, I could have got hard just listening to her. Thank goodness, the edge of the table hid my erection from view.

- "Would Sir like to place a bet?" she said.

- "Yes, I would."

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