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I saw that she had proceeded far in learning her collar since that hot afternoon we had been dragged from the cell in the Metellan district and marketed off the low, circular stone block. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 26, Sentence #140)

A Gorean slave tunic leaves little to conjecture about concerning the quality of a slave's legs, and the camisk even less. "I would hope to please Master," she said to Trachinos. She smiled at Trachinos, as though from a slave shelf on which she might be chained, on a fellow she hoped would bid on her. I saw that she had proceeded far in learning her collar since that hot afternoon we had been dragged from the cell in the Metellan district and marketed off the low, circular stone block. Had she smiled so at Desmond of Harfax I would have been tempted to leap to her and yank her about, by the hair. To be sure, I did not doubt but what, in a little time, it would have been I who would have been crying for mercy. Surely I would not have done well as a female fighting slave, those large, misshapen female creatures, some bred, who strike and mangle one another for the entertainment of bettors, and free women. - (Conspirators of Gor)