Gorean Dances .. Flame

Flame Dance
In Gor, a slave's need to serve is said to come from her belly. This need is likened to a fire burning in the belly of the slave; a question this one commonly asks new girls who are in doubt as to whether they belong in Gor is, "Does your belly burn?"
The tradition of dancing with a fire, a candle, or a candelabra, is a very old one on Earth. There are references to such dances being done in India, Morocco, Armenia, Egypt, and the Phillipines. The meaning of these dances varies from a procession leading the bride to her wedding, to warding off evil. arani chose to have the flame symbolize the fire burning in her belly to serve the Free.


Flute Dance

On the wall, in the trough of the breach, we saw four men rolling a heavy stone toward the field side of the wall. A flute girl was parodying, or accompanying, their efforts on the flute, the instrument seeming to strain with them, and then, when they rolled the stone down, she played a skirl of descending notes on the flute, and, spinning about, danced away. The men laughed.
There was suddenly near us, startling us, another skirl of notes on a flute, the common double flute. A flute girl, come apparently from the wall side of the Wall Road, danced tauntingly near us, to our right, and, with the flue, while playing, gestured toward the wall, as though encouraging us to join the others in their labour. I, and Marcus, I am sure, were angry. Not only had we been started by the sudden intrusive noise, which the girl must have understood would have been the case, but we resented the insinuation that we might be such as would of our own will join the work on the wall. Did she think we were of Ar, that we were of the conquered, the pacified, the co predictable, the tamed? She was an exciting brunet, in a short tunic of diaphanous silk. She was slender, and was probably kept on a carefully supervised diet by her master or trainer. Her dark eyes shone with amusement. She pranced before us, playing. She waved the flute again towards the wall.
We regarded her.
She again gestured, playing, toward the wall.
I had little doubt that she assumed from our appearance in this area that we were of Ar.
We did not move.
A gesture of annoyance crossed her lovely features. She played more determinedly, as though we might not understand her intent.
Still we did not move.
Then, angrily, she spun about, dancing, to return to her former post near the wall side of the Wall Road. She was attractive, even insolently so, at the moment, in the diaphanous silk.
Magicians of Gor, pages 120-121


Larl Hunters Dance

A moment later another guard leaped into the pit of sand and to the amusement of the girls, began a dance of larl hunters, joined by two or three others, in a file, dancing the stalking of the beast, the confrontation, the kill.
Assassin of Gor, page 240

Netted Slave girl, Dance of a

This dance will begin with a number of slaves writhing in a net on the floor. There will be some girls dressed as slave hunters though they can clearly be seen as slaves. The "hunters" use light staffs, pretending to prod and torment the girls in the nets. Much skilled staff work may be involved. Near the finish of the dance, the "captives" will be proudly displayed. Then, upon the snap of a slave whip, the "hunters" will strip and join the captives. A larger net will then be used to cover all of the slaves.
"I caught a glimpse, between bodies, of a naked slave writhing in a net on the dancing floor. Four other slaves were dressed in such a way as to suggest that they might be slave hunters, but their costumes were such as to leave no doubt as to their own sex, and considerable charms. They were on their feet and had light staffs. They whirled about the captive, preventing her escape, and exulting over her, pretending to prod and torment her. There was much skilled staff work in progress, the staffs often behaving in unison, circling about, changing hands, striking on the floor together, seeming to poke at the victim, to strike her and such. It was a version of the dance of the netted slave. I sat back from the dancing floor, my back to the wall, the musicians to my left. The dance was coming to an end and the slave who had been "netted," now well in custody, bound and leashed, was displayed by the "hunters" to the patrons. Now the captive knelt in the center of the dance floor, the "hunters" exultant about her. Then, as the music swirled to a conclusion, the captive lowered her head, humbly. There was much Gorean applause, the striking of the left shoulder with the palm of the right hand. There was then, suddenly, the snapping of a slave lash, and the "hunters" swiftly stripped themselves, cast aside their staffs and knelt with the prisoner. Then one of the fellows from the tavern took the net and cast it over the lot of them. No longer then were the hunters, hunters. Now, they, too, were only netted slaves. Then to a passage of music, all rose up, hunted and hunters, all now in the net, and, in the small, pretty running steps of hastening slave girls, hurried from the floor. There was more applause
Vagabonds of Gor, pages. 400-401