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The tiny red-lipped mouth was spread wide with benign satisfaction. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #24)

I turned to see, only a few feet away, on the shoulders of slaves standing on the bloodied sand, the open, bejeweled, cushioned palanquin of Saphrar of the Caste of Merchants. Aphris blushed from head to toe, enfolded transparent in the crimson flag of her shame. Saphrar's round, pinkish face was beaming with pleasure, though I would have thought this day a tragic one for him. The tiny red-lipped mouth was spread wide with benign satisfaction. I saw the tips of the two golden canines. Aphris suddenly pulled at the retaining rings, trying to rush to him, now oblivious of the riches of her beauty revealed even to the slaves who carried his palanquin. To them, of course, she was now no more than they, save perhaps that her flesh would not be used to bear the poles of palanquins, to carry boxes nor dig in the earth, but would be appointed its own tasks, lighter and more suitable, doubtless even more pleasing than theirs to a master. - (Nomads of Gor)