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I must prepare to please masters. - (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #860)

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. I wondered if they would lament my plight, deploring it with typical, whining, hypocritical cant, or if they, too, would sit there, at those low tables, their blood racing, their eyes alight, becoming men. Aynur and Tula were now behind me, kneeling at the back of the floor, with their bowls. - (Dancer of Gor)