“What did you do, Leila?” he trained (figuratively speaking) the question to the Arab girl’s chest.
“I drove away the spirits of darkness from the apartment,” the girl answered cooing.
“They were driven away by the burning candles on the tree and Zelma’s head, but okay, you, too, may drive them away if it you so pleases,” thought Sindbad.
Before the dance they had already passed to Sindbad’s favorite drink, the champagne with the Moët & Chandon trademark. The alcohol made the girls go to piss quite often and when one of them stopped her traditional national dance and went to the lavatory, the other one entertained the sailor and her woman companion with her graceful moves. And as we have mentioned already the walls were badly insulated, so the sound or rather the noise of the lady’s pis
