Vladimir Nabokov. El retorno de Chorb
In silence he ushered her into his room—and immediately, with a profound anticipation of sleep, started to tear off his collar from its stud. The girl came up very close to him: "And what about a small present?" she suggested, smiling.
Dreamily, absentmindedly, Chorb considered her, as he slowly grasped what she meant.
Upon receiving the banknotes, she carefully arranged them in her bag, uttered a light little sigh, and again rubbed herself against him. "Shall I undress?