“There’s always a price.” Madelyne laughed, leaning back on her hands and looking up at her first customer. Beautiful, intimidating and just radiating danger and confidence--Madelyne liked her at once. “In this case, we’re playing by fairy tale rules.”
If this stupid little vaudeville act was going to work, she would have to sell it. A genie would have magic, she had substantial psychic and demonic power. Close enough. Snapping her fingers, Madelyne levitated herself and the cushion up off her low pedestal, hovering at eye level. “The price for your wish--and I do say anything--is a true secret. It must be your own. The deeper and darker, the better. Up to three wishes, of course. The usual.”