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I might be displayed with pride to a master's acquaintances, or perhaps, as a state slave, to foreign diplomats or merchants. I would not need to fear the lash like a common girl. I might be often called to the couch of high men, to kneel there, belled and perfumed, and kiss the coverlets, and then, bidden, to insinuate myself sinuously into their arms. "Beware, slave," said the man in the chair, "of making a false step". "Master?" I asked. "Hood her," he said. Someone behind me, whom I did not see, placed a hood over my head and drew it down, over my features. - (Witness of Gor)