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| 18 | 483 | "What a poor View more quotes about slave">slave I must be! I have been made-up for love, and I have been scented and belled, and my master does not deign to so much as touch me. |
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| 18 | 480 | I remembered her, again, from the restaurant, so long ago, in the candlelight, in the svelte, off-the-shoulder, white-sheath dress, so chic and lovely, carrying the tiny, silver-beaded purse. |
| 18 | 481 | She now knelt before me, a slave girl on Gor. |
| 18 | 482 | "Alas!" said the girl. |
| 18 | 483 | "What a poor slave I must be! I have been made-up for love, and I have been scented and belled, and my master does not deign to so much as touch me. |
| 18 | 484 | I trust that I am not fully displeasing to him". |
| 18 | 485 | I regarded the girl. |
| 18 | 486 | In the restaurant her wrists and ankles had not been adorned. |