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"If I lift my skirt it seems I must reveal my modesty to a stranger," she wailed to the audience, "whereas should I lower it I must then, it seems, face-strip myself before him as brazenly as might a hussy! Oh, what is a poor girl to do?" "I myself, putatively lovely lady, have in my pack the answer to your very problem," announced Boots. - (Players of Gor, Chapter 6, Sentence #265)

I think she probably made every man in the audience want to get his hands on her. She then, pouting and affecting her expression of dainty, ladylike consternation, prepared to resume her role in the interrupted farce. "Continue," signaled Boots Tarsk-Bit, himself returning to his comedic role. "If I lift my skirt it seems I must reveal my modesty to a stranger," she wailed to the audience, "whereas should I lower it I must then, it seems, face-strip myself before him as brazenly as might a hussy! Oh, what is a poor girl to do?" "I myself, putatively lovely lady, have in my pack the answer to your very problem," announced Boots. "Pray, tell, good sir," she cried, "what might it be?" "A veil," said he. "That is just what I need!" she cried. "But it is no ordinary veil," he said. - (Players of Gor)