“Mrs. Sin, aroused by her husband from the deep opium sleep, came out into the fume-laden vault. Her dyed hair was disarranged, and her dark eyes stared glassily before her; but even in this half-drugged state she bore herself with the lithe carriage of a dancer, swinging her hips lazily and pointing the toes of her high-heeled slippers.
“‘Awake, my wife,’ crooned Sin Sin Wa. ‘Only a fool seeks the black smoke when the jackals sit in a ring.'”
— From Dope (1919) by Sax Rohmer