Flaubert and Du Camp are in Esna in 1950. In the house of prostitute and dancer, Kuchuk Hanem.
"Kuchuk Hanem had just come from the bath, her firm breasts had a fresh smell, something like that of sweetened turpentine. She is a tall, splendid creature, lighter in colouring than an Arab. Her skin, particularly her body, is slightly coffee-coloured. When she bends, her flesh ripples into bronze ridges. Her eyes are dark, and enormous. Her eyebrows black, her nostrils open and wide; heavy shoulders, full apple-shaped breasts. She wore a large tarboosh. Her black hair, wavy, unruly, pulled straight back on each side; small braids joined together at the nape of her neck. She had one upper incisor, right, which is beginning to go bad. On her right arm is tattooed a line of blue writing.
She asks us if we would like a little entertainment, but Max says that first he would like to entertain himself alone with her, and they go downstairs. After he finishes, i go down and follow his example. Ground floor room, with a divan and a cafas with a mattress.
Later Kuchuk Hanem and Bambeh begin to dance. Kuchuk's dance is brutal. She squeezes her bare breasts together with her jacket. She rises on one foot, then on the other-marvellous movement; when one foot is on the ground, the other moves up and across in front of the shin bone-the whole thing with a light bound.
Later I coup with Safia Zugairah ('Little Sophie') - I stain the divan. She is very corrupt and writhing, extremely voluptuous. But the best was the second copulation with Kuchuk. Effect of her necklace between my teeth. Her cunt felt like rolls of velvet as she made me come. I felt like a tiger.
Still later Kuchuk dances the Bee. Kuchuk shed her clothing as she danced. Finally she was naked except for the fichu which she held in her hands. Finally, after repeating for us the wonderful step she had danced in the afternoon, she sank down onto the divan, her body continuing to move slightly in rhythm. When she was sitting cross-legged on the divan, the magnificent, absolutely sculptural design of her knees.
We went to bed. After some violent play, coup, she falls asleep with her hand in mine. Feeling of her stomach against my buttocks. Her mound warmer than her stomach, heated me like a hot iron. At quarter of three, we awake-another coup, this time very affectionate.
How flattering it would be to one's pride if at the moment of leaving you were sure that you left a memory behind, that she would think of you more than of the others who have been there, that you would remain in her heart!"