"Dance? ... Like a common whore?"

Naba sprang up after her and grabbed the front of the cloak in his fist, between her neck and where she had it clasped between her hands. The move effectively trapped her arms withing the cloak so she was more or less helpless unless she was willing to slip out of the cloak altogether. He slapped her face, not hard but no doubt stunning to the likes of a noblewoman... and so fast it happened almost before she could begin to react to his jumping up.

"You are no whore!!." Naba roared. He let her take that in. He shook her by his grip on the cloak as he raised his hand, ready to slap her again.

"Naba does not buy and sell whores! I train and deal only in the finest concubines available. My customers expect it." Naba didn't want his future customers to think he dealt in low women. Nor did he want to hear her imply it.

"Understand?" He shook her again.

"Understand?" Naba lowered his hand, then grabbed the cloak below her hands as well and lifted her bodily, using the cloak as if it were a sling. His muscles bulged but the strain of her weight did not show on his face.

He laid her on the ground, setting her down hard, pulled the cloak open and stripped it out from under her. She tried to hang onto it, got spun around before she lost her grip. Naba snapped the cloak out like a blanket or rug and let it settle to the ground.

"Now. Get up and dance or lie down and spread your legs. I don't care but you're going to show me somethng of value tonight, one way to the other!"