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And how beautiful, how exciting, she had found them! Now she herself had such a garment! Now she could be merely another slave in the streets, proud, head up, hair flowing, not that different from others, perhaps prettier than some, doubtless less pretty than others. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 18, Sentence #241)

Who did he think he was? He did not own her! She was muchly pleased with the garment, and she could tell, from the men, that she was extremely attractive in it. She had certainly seen many slave girls in the streets in such garments. Indeed, such garments were standard slave garb. And how beautiful, how exciting, she had found them! Now she herself had such a garment! Now she could be merely another slave in the streets, proud, head up, hair flowing, not that different from others, perhaps prettier than some, doubtless less pretty than others. With her two hands she pulled down at the hem of the garment. "Is the garment not rather short, Master?" she asked, timidly. "It can be shorter," said Portus Canio. - (Prize of Gor)