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The older woman backed away, chagrined, embarrassed, and mingled in the crowd, trying to be unobtrusive, mixing in with milling patrons, with those dallying in the lobby, with those waiting for friends, or perhaps for arranged transportation. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #250)

The blonde regarded her, coldly. "I'm sorry," said the older woman, "but I wonder if I might trouble you for his name?" "I do not know you," said the blonde, and turned away. "I'm sorry," said the older woman, "very sorry". The older woman backed away, chagrined, embarrassed, and mingled in the crowd, trying to be unobtrusive, mixing in with milling patrons, with those dallying in the lobby, with those waiting for friends, or perhaps for arranged transportation. The young man returned to his companion, and she must have said something to him, doubtless annoyed, for he looked in the direction of the older woman, who instantly looked away, pretending to busy herself with nearby posters, that their eyes not meet. The couple then made their way through the exit to the sidewalk outside. As they left, the older woman watched them, shaken. - (Prize of Gor)