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The dancer, delighted, and triumphant, prepared to swirl away but Aktis, who had scarcely moved and whom she had scarcely noticed, suddenly cried out "There!" and lunged across the table his left hand clutching the belt, sweetly low on her hips, from which dangled rings, cheap, drilled coins, trinkets, and charms. - (Avengers of Gor, Chapter 6, Sentence #261)

The dancer's hips rotated; her belly mocked the kneeling slave; her veil fluttered about the kneeling slave sometimes covering her. There was much laughter amongst the tables. Clearly the kneeling slave would have wished to brush away the insulting silk but, bound by the Master's will, could not do so. The dancer, delighted, and triumphant, prepared to swirl away but Aktis, who had scarcely moved and whom she had scarcely noticed, suddenly cried out "There!" and lunged across the table his left hand clutching the belt, sweetly low on her hips, from which dangled rings, cheap, drilled coins, trinkets, and charms. The dancer cried out, startled. "Tear it off!" cried a man. "Drunk as a long-voyaged oarsman!" laughed another. - (Avengers of Gor)