Commission for whom I presume is  Djinnformatics on this site

The guide carefully rapped upon the golden door in a rhythmic fashion, its heavy facade pulling away in response to the melodical mashings. They waved in the short, red garbed man; allowing him to take in the glory of the tomb before riding off. As he stood in the hall, he found himself surrounded by darkness, only the dim lights on the floor carrying through. Even in its shadowed state, its glimmering and glistening treasures demonstrated their valuable sheen. But he was not here for mere treasures; no, his guide had told him of something far greater stored within. For this room was not some mere tomb, but the secret throne room of an ancient sultana, one regarded as a mistress of magic and a capturer of Djinni. Simply taking some gold and jewels might satisfy some mere thief; but this man had loftier goals, and the moment his eyes connected with its brightly glowing bottle in the center of the room, he knew he had found it. He slowly approached the pedestal, eying it carefully; entranced by its unearthly beauty. So deep, he all but eschewed the mental echoes of pain and suffering that seemed to try and reach out to him. Nothing would stop him from having this treasure, getting his own Genie.
As he reached for the bottle, his mind rushed with thoughts of what he would do, what he would ask for... A permanent magical servant, one that would be so sexy would be his dream. One that he could feel breathing down his neck. Finally steeling himself, he reached out and gripped the bottle, the overwhelming energy so strong, he blacked out.