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She could never manage even the secret interior fastenings of my robes of concealment, and a kaiila might have draped my veils more tastefully. - (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 3, Sentence #429)

Have I not seen the tears in their eyes, and how they brush against their masters, how they, on their leashes, lift their lips hopefully to his? Who knows what goes on at a slave ring? How tragic I thought, that my lovely sandal slaves might now fall into the hands of men. But I could no longer protect them and preserve their purity. I was not far from the compartments when I heard Althea cry out, as though in joy, 'Masters!' Perhaps she belongs at a man's slave ring, I thought. She could never manage even the secret interior fastenings of my robes of concealment, and a kaiila might have draped my veils more tastefully. "I descended, level by level. When I reached the vestibule I was horrified to see a number of slaves, doubtless from the lower floors, mostly tower slaves and sandal slaves, naked and on all fours, fastened together, like beads on a string, by a single long rope, successively tied and knotted about the neck of each. 'Take off your tunic,' said a man, 'and go to the end of the rope. - (Mariners of Gor)