021- Fan
He didn't want to call it a strip-tease because it seemed to him that a strip-tease wouldn't be half as classy. She peered at him through her lashes, grey eyes sparkling above the large, black, silken fan she held in her right hand. She had a deep crimson coloured one in her left, each decorated with embroidery and sequins to catch the light.
Besides, he was relatively certain she was already naked behind those fans, anyway.
"I should call you Salome for how you dance."
"But I won’t ask you for anyone’s head. You’ve already delivered the one I want.”