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"I turned to the musicians. 'Do you know,' I asked, 'the Love Dance of the Newly Collared Slave Girl?' 'Port Kar's?' asked the leader of the musicians. 'Yes,' I said. Of course,' said he. I put ankle rings on Midice, and then slave bracelets. And tore from her the bit of silk she wore. She looked at me in terror. I lifted her to her feet, and she stood before me. 'Play,' I told the musicians. The Love Dance of the Newly Collared Slave Girl has many variations, in the different cities of Gor, but the common theme is that the girl dances the joy that she will soon lie in the arms of a strong master. 'Dance,' said I to Midice. In terror the dark-haired girl, lithe, tears in her eyes, she so marvelously legged, lifted her wrists. Now again Midice danced, her ankles in delicious proximity and wrists lifted again together back to back above her head, palms out. But this time her ankles were not as though chained, nor her wrists as though braceleted; rather they were truly chained and bracleted; she wore the linked ankle rings, the three-linked slave bracelets of a Gorean master. She trembled. 'Find me pleasing,' she begged. The music grew more wild. The music grew even more wild. And she danced superbly for me, every fiber of her beautiful body, straining to please me, her eyes, each instant, pleading, trying to read in mine her fate. At last, when she could dance no more, she fell at my feet, and put her head to my sandals. 'Find me pleasing,' she begged. 'Find me pleasing, my master!" Book 6, Raiders of Gor, pages 115 - 117
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