There is no specific criteria for this dance.
” ‘Dance,’ ordered Aphris.
The trembling girl before her did not move.
‘Dance!’ screamed Aphris, rising to her feet.
‘What shall I do?’ begged the kneeling girl of Kamchak. She looked not too unlike Hereena, and was perhaps a similar sort of girl, raised and trained much the same. Like Hereena, of course, she wore the tiny golden nose ring.
Kamchak spoke to her, very gently. ‘You are slave,’ he said. ‘Dance for your masters.’
The girl looked at him gratefully and she, with the others, rose to her feet and to the astounding barbarity of the music performed the savage love dances of the Kassars, the Paravaci, the Kataii, the Tuchuks.
They were magnificent.
One girl, the leader of the dancers, she who had spoken to Kamchak, was a Tuchuk girl, and was particularly startling, vital, uncontrollable, wild.
It was then clear to me why the Turian men so hungered for the wenches of the Wagon Peoples.
At the height of one of her dances, called the Dance of the Tuchuk Slave Girl, Kamchak turned to Aphris of Turia, who was watching the dance, eyes bright, as astounded as I at the savage spectacle. ‘I will see to it,’ said Kamchak, ‘when you are my slave, that you are taught that dance.’ “
-Nomads of Gor
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