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He had his horn pick in hand. - (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #858)

I stood before them, weak and helpless, a woman from Earth, now a collared slave who must dance for their pleasure. The czehar player, sitting cross-legged, now had his instrument across his lap. He was the leader of the musicians. He had his horn pick in hand. I stood barefoot, naked, save for collar and adornments, on the dancing floor of a low-ceilinged Gorean tavern. I must prepare to please masters. I wondered what the men who had worked at the library would think if they could see me now, their so-much-taken-for-granted Doreen, her beauty now at the disposal of masters, men who could break them in pieces. - (Dancer of Gor)