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Perhaps even little Susan would not recognize the lofty Sheila, the Tatrix of Corcyrus, in the collared, branded, trained, lascivious pleasure slut, Tiffany, a girl of Feast Slaves, of the Enterprises of Aemilianus, the Plaza of Tarns. - (Kajira of Gor, Chapter 29, Sentence #304)

I gradually began to feel a surprising elation. I had been in the very arms of the man who sought Sheila, the Tatrix of Corcyrus, and he had not recognized me. Even Drusus Rencius, perhaps, or Miles of Argentum, too, men who had actually seen me, I thought, might not recognize me now. Perhaps even little Susan would not recognize the lofty Sheila, the Tatrix of Corcyrus, in the collared, branded, trained, lascivious pleasure slut, Tiffany, a girl of Feast Slaves, of the Enterprises of Aemilianus, the Plaza of Tarns. I was safe. I did not fear the sleen of Hassan. They could never find me in Ar. - (Kajira of Gor)