”I bet my father has some good ideas for wishes,” says Eddie. “Come on.”
He walks toward the door as you say, “I don’t know about that,” following along because you have to.
”I think you should be quiet, slave.” he says sharply. You cringe, but say nothing as he walks out to the hall, then around and down the large, sweeping staircase.
”My father must be in the throne room,” Eddie says to you upon spotting the double doors at the end of the first-floor hallway, guarded by a pair of very large gentlemen -- bouncers in baggy pants and vests.
He quickens his pace, which means you have to as well, your exposed breasts bouncing the whole way. Upon seeing him, the bouncers move to block the doors a bit. The one on the left says, “Excuse me, Edward, but your father is very busy --“
”He’s going to want to make time for this!” exclaims Eddie, holding up the lamp, not really slowing his pace. He bursts through the doors. You lock eyes with the bouncer on the right and shrug as you follow Eddie in.
Eddie’s father, you assume, is sitting on a throne at the far end of the room, wearing full Arabian costume, including a turban. Six or seven other men, similarly attired, are standing near him. He spots Eddie striding purposefully toward him and says, “Edward, what is the meaning of this interruption? This is a very important meeting!”
”I thought I should bring you this!” Eddie exclaims triumphantly. He’s reached the throne, and he hands the lamp to his father. You feel a bit naked as the men look you over.
”A genie lamp?” asks his father incredulously.
”Yes, I thought you should be the one to make wishes,” Eddie says, beaming.