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Dorna, with an angry swirl of her silks, spun away, to return to the small table under the roofed defense work. - (Witness of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #216)

But I could set myself to please the men! Take away her switch! Let us compete as equals! "Lift your head," said Dorna. "How silly you look!" There were crumbs of meal about my mouth and lips. "Bring some meat," said the occupant of the chair. Dorna, with an angry swirl of her silks, spun away, to return to the small table under the roofed defense work. I wondered that the fellow accepted, with such apparent tolerance, what appeared an obvious manifestation of annoyance on the part of the slave, if not of actual insolence. Did she not fear her silks would be removed and that she might be tied to a ring and whipped? I supposed she must have felt the whip at one time or another. She did move well, of course. - (Witness of Gor)