The genie casually drop that into the conversation. Turning, she gestures towards the bedroom door. "I feel I owe you a tour of the mansion."
Closing your gaping mouth, you don't want the staff's first impression of you to be of an open-mouthed fool.
"While your harem is smaller than the Sultan's you had the benefit of a genie's selection, and your girls are of a uniform higher quality."
That definitely sinks in quicker, "There's a sultan, and I have a harem?" you ask.
"Yes... and yes..." she seems a little puzzled by your confusion.
"Where I came from we didn't have a Sultan... and harems only existed in the past... at least I think it was the past."
Your knowledge of the modern middle east lets you down on that front. You have to admit, you don't want to show your ignorance in front of the staff. But, hiding it from the genie seems counter productive.
The staff seem universally respectful, the guards stiffen their posture, and snapping you a respectful salute whenever you pass. All the staff are deferential, whatever their function, the maids and butlers are bowing low, and hurrying about their duties.
"Would you like to see the harem?" The genie asks.
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