Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 24 | 414 | She then walked about the View more quotes about dancing">dancing area, erect, proudly, gracefully, but keeping herself concealed. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 24 | 411 | How well and perfectly she knew herself the slave of men! It was what she was, and knew herself to be! I am yours, Masters, she thought to herself. |
| 24 | 412 | I am that sort of woman, she who is, and knows herself to be, a man's slave, only that! Please do not beat me! Then she rose to her feet and put her veil about her head, wrapping it closely about her head and shoulders, concealing even her face. |
| 24 | 413 | It was much as though she might be a free woman, though surely the bells on her ankle and her silks belied that possibility. |
| 24 | 414 | She then walked about the dancing area, erect, proudly, gracefully, but keeping herself concealed. |
| 24 | 415 | To be sure, her feet were bare, and there were bells on her left ankle. |
| 24 | 416 | This created, to the Gorean thinking, a paradox. |
| 24 | 417 | She was sure she was beautiful, and that the men, who had glimpsed her for an instant when she entered upon the sand, had seen that, but only for a tantalizing moment. |
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How well and perfectly she knew herself the slave of men! It was what she was, and knew herself to be! I am yours, Masters, she thought to herself.
I am that sort of woman, she who is, and knows herself to be, a man's slave, only that! Please do not beat me! Then she rose to her feet and put her veil about her head, wrapping it closely about her head and shoulders, concealing even her face.
It was much as though she might be a free woman, though surely the bells on her ankle and her silks belied that possibility.
She then walked about the dancing area, erect, proudly, gracefully, but keeping herself concealed.
To be sure, her feet were bare, and there were bells on her left ankle.
This created, to the Gorean thinking, a paradox.
She was sure she was beautiful, and that the men, who had glimpsed her for an instant when she entered upon the sand, had seen that, but only for a tantalizing moment.
- (Prize of Gor)