Yes, staid citizens of Toronto, it's a genuine Harem Room from the Mystic East – where, no doubt, the Governor of Damascus brazenly frolicked with a veritable flock of nubile and willing young beauties. They might even have been having... dare I say it... S-E-X.
Yes, sex sells - and so does a vision of a life more free, more adventurous, and more interesting than that of an ordinary wage slave. Who among us doesn't believe, deep down, that their life is boring when compared to that of other people?
By the way, a Google search turns up no references to Charlie Waybrand or his Orchestra. That's not a knock on poor Charlie: I'm not sure that many of us are likely to be remembered eighty years from now, either.
If decadent pleasure doesn't appeal to you, there's always...