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Without her robes, her veils, the prestige of her position, guardsmen about her, the ceremonies and symbols of office, and such, she seemed small, slight, lovely, and beautifully curved, and much the same as any other woman, a delight to behold, a sweetness to put on her knees, a joy and softness designed by nature for man, something to embrace and kiss, to subdue and possess. Indeed, she reminded me of other women I had seen, in a slaver's house, exhibited, purchasable, displayed on furs. "I am Talena!" she cried, squirming in the net. "Release me! I shall scream!" "That would be interesting, if you are Talena," said Tolnar. "You would then choose to publicize, it seems, your whereabouts. You would choose to be discovered naked and netted, before magistrates, in a room in the Metellan district, having been prepared to couch with a slave?" She threw her head down, angrily, on the furs. "I am Talena," she said. - (Magicians of Gor)