Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 22 | 10 | On her View more quotes about left">left breast, inscribed there with a marker, in soft grease, was a lot number, the number 117. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 22 | 7 | "Wine!" called a man, and Ellen made her way to him, as swiftly as was compatible with the crowd. |
| 22 | 8 | She moved with the grace and loveliness that was now hers, that of the female slave. |
| 22 | 9 | She was stripped, and wore not so much as a collar, but her hair, grown longer now, and slave lovely, fell about her. |
| 22 | 10 | On her left breast, inscribed there with a marker, in soft grease, was a lot number, the number 117. |
| 22 | 11 | "Wine!" called a voice, a woman's voice. |
| 22 | 12 | The woman, clad in the Robes of Concealment, sat on a stool near one of the fires. |
| 22 | 13 | The light glinted off a necklace, and sparkled, reflected in jewels sewn onto her robes and veils. |
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"Wine!" called a man, and Ellen made her way to him, as swiftly as was compatible with the crowd.
She moved with the grace and loveliness that was now hers, that of the female slave.
She was stripped, and wore not so much as a collar, but her hair, grown longer now, and slave lovely, fell about her.
On her left breast, inscribed there with a marker, in soft grease, was a lot number, the number 117.
"Wine!" called a voice, a woman's voice.
The woman, clad in the Robes of Concealment, sat on a stool near one of the fires.
The light glinted off a necklace, and sparkled, reflected in jewels sewn onto her robes and veils.
- (Prize of Gor)