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If she were truly white silk now, it was interesting to speculate on what she might be if red silk, if become the victim of irresistible slave fires. - (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 37, Sentence #72)

Given the look of this slave, who was quite beautiful, though I had seen many better, it seemed unlikely she was truly white silk. Her body, its deliciousness, its vitality, its movements, its pressings and brushings, its piteous closures with, and its desperate touchings against, the master, its pleadings, did not suggest white silk. To be sure, there is a simple test for such things, often conducted by slavers. If she were truly white silk now, it was interesting to speculate on what she might be if red silk, if become the victim of irresistible slave fires. How easily a slave may be managed, and controlled, by such things! Must she wait? Will one choose to satisfy them, and how often, and in what way, and to what extent? A red-silk slave is often deprived of attention for some days, say, four or five, before being brought to the block, that she may writhe in the sawdust, extend her hands pathetically, and howl her need to the buyers. "Have you had your slave wine?" I inquired. I thought this a judicious question, and one that might not occur to Callias, and the slave, given the reckless pitch of their activities. - (Mariners of Gor)