Sindbad's eyebrow twitched as he looked at the man sitting across from him, surrounded by women fawning over his everything, pouring his drink, feeding him fruit, adjusting his clothes, combing his hair, and massaging his shoulders. All while Aladdin wore a broad and bright smile on his face.
I just want to wipe it off! Sindbad screamed inwardly.
With a movement of his hand, the maids bowed and saw themselves out, but their muffled squeals could be heard from behind the door. The man was as famous among women as ever. How was his wife holding up?
Sindbad tried to drown all of that with the breakfast he was presented with. It was supposed to be a breakfast but it ended up as a colorful feast. Welp, his hospitality seems genuine