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| 27 | 322 | The "View more quotes about slave">slave fires," as it is said, have been lit in our bellies. |
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| 27 | 319 | The accents of red on my tunic, of course, the buttons and sash, made it clear that I was not a "white-silk girl". |
| 27 | 320 | Too, I think that no Gorean male who laid eyes upon me would have taken me for such a girl. |
| 27 | 321 | We muchly yearn for, and covet, and hunger for, and desperately need, and are excruciatingly miserable without, the touches and caresses, the attentions, of masters. |
| 27 | 322 | The "slave fires," as it is said, have been lit in our bellies. |
| 27 | 323 | These put us beggingly at the mercy of the brutes, our masters. |
| 27 | 324 | Accordingly, our body language, our glances, the tones of our voice, make it evident, at least to a Gorean, one aware of such things, of our desires, and needs. |
| 27 | 325 | There are many ways of conveying these needs, other than a glance, a seemingly inadvertent touch, and such, many of which are more or less stylized, and some of which involve clearly established conventions. |