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"A suitable tunic then, Master," said Publia, "one opaque, one of heavy material, and not soft, sheer and clinging". - (Renegades of Gor, Chapter 21, Sentence #1185)

Would not such a girl have understood, from her situation and environment, and the bootlike sandals before her, that her most secret fantasies might be soon enacted upon her, with all the reality of a locked collar, with all the factuality of a slave whip pressed to her soft lips, to be licked and kissed with pleading deference. And she thinks to herself, in her native tongue, in English, or German, or Japanese, or whatever it may be, not yet knowing a word of Gorean, kneeling trembling, naked, chained, before a male, as she fearfully performs this tender, beautiful act of obeisance, "Please do not whip me, Master. I will endeavor to be pleasing to you". "A suitable tunic then, Master," said Publia, "one opaque, one of heavy material, and not soft, sheer and clinging". "Not of slave silk?" he said. "Certainly not, Master!" said Publia. Claudia shuddered, at her side. - (Renegades of Gor)