In Gorean female dance the girl is often expected to satisfy, fully, whatever passions she succeeds in arousing in her audience.  She is NOT permitted merely to excite and flee away.  At the conclusion of the swirling music, she must fling herself to the floor at the mercy of Free Men...her dance is but half finished, she has yet to pay the price of her beauty.

"She does not know how to dance," I said.

Then, to the girl, in English, I said, "You are not yet ready to dance for the pleasure of men."

She shrank back. "Of course not," she said, in English.

But I could see that, in spite of her anger, her denial, her eyes had been excited, curious. Doubtless she had, from time to time, wondered what it would be like, a collared slave girl, to dance naked in the sand, in the light of the campfire, laboring vulnerably under whip-threat to please Gorean warriors.

It would be a long time, I thought, before the cool, white-skinned Alyena would beg, "Dance me!  Dance me for the pleasure of Men!"

~ Tribesmen of Gor, page 55 ~