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It was the tiny garment, fit for a muchly displayed slave, which I had made for myself on Earth, long before I had known there was a Gor, or a Teibar, or the possibility of a collar. - (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 34, Sentence #585)

He opened his pack and reached within it. He took out a tiny handful of scarlet silk, and opened it. "Master!" I cried. It was the tiny garment, fit for a muchly displayed slave, which I had made for myself on Earth, long before I had known there was a Gor, or a Teibar, or the possibility of a collar. "It is perhaps a bit too lengthy," he said, looking at it, "and it could be slit at the sides, and the neckline could be cut more deeply, and it is not diaphanous, or is insufficiently diaphanous, but still it is a not unattractive garment. Perhaps, sometime, if I decide to permit you clothing, at least for an Ahn or so, I will see again how it looks on you". He had seen me in it once before, of course, at the library, when I had knelt before captors. - (Dancer of Gor)