"'Then I will show you a love dance,' she said happily, 'a dance I learned in the Walled Gardens of Ar.' 

'I should like that,' I said, and, as I watched, Talena performed Ar's strangely beautiful dance of passion. 

She danced before me for several minutes, her scarlet dancing silks flashing in the firelight, her bare feet, with their belled ankles, striking softly on the carpet. With a last flash of the finger cymbals, she fell to the carpet before me, her breath hot and quick, her eyes blazing with desire. I was at her side, and she was in my arms. Her heart beat wildly against my breast. She looked into my eyes, her lips trembling." 

Tarnsman of Gor, Pg. 135