Khonsu looks about with an evil grin on his face, scanning the bevy of busty, barely-clad beauties filling the bar. An idea creeps into his head...

Ladies, I heard one of you mention something about a needing a man to...expose his...talents...on the dancefloor...

Rising from his seat next to the delectable Silki, the bronze-skinned, extremely well-muscled warrior undoes his weapons belt and lays it gently across Silki's lap...

You beautiful creature...would you mind watching my...weapon...for a moment?

Adjusting his casiri and straightening his golden, scarab-engraved bracers, Khonsu wanders over to the recently arrived Taran bard.

Daughter of Tara, honey-voiced songstress...play something for me...something...obscene...

The music from the bard's lyre begins to ullulate and grind forth from the delicate instrument, plucked by slim, aquiline fingers...the tempo is reminiscent of the rhythm of the act of copulation, and has a weird, atonal, droning melody....the women at the bar begin thumping their fists on the bar in time with the cacaphony of music, and Khonsu takes the proscenium, swaggering across the stage, a hint of a smile upon his full lips...

Khonsu begins to bump and grind his slender hips in time to the beat, undulating like a tongue of living fire...his well-tanned and chiseled physigue glistens with sweat, casting his rock-hard body in a mesmerizing, sensuous glow...

One bracer is removed...

Then another...

The molded breastplate is discarded easily, exposing Khonsu's carved pectorals and well-defined abdomen...

He dances now clad only in his casiri and leg greaves....

three more garments to go until Khonsu is completely...

naked...

Do you ladies want more?