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Consider the curves of her, the sweetness of the bosom, its small, but delicious amplitudes, scarce concealed within the tunic, the narrowness of the waist, the width of the love cradle, the softness of the shoulders, the rounded forearms, the small wrists, fit for bracelets, the slender thighs, the rounded calves, the trim ankles, can you not see them, too, in shackles? And consider that soft gloss of swirling, dark hair, and the face, framed within it, the exquisiteness of its features, their delicacy, the depth of her eyes, the soft lips, whose attentions a master might command". - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 40, Sentence #112)

"Look closely. See the slave. See what is collared there. Consider the curves of her, the sweetness of the bosom, its small, but delicious amplitudes, scarce concealed within the tunic, the narrowness of the waist, the width of the love cradle, the softness of the shoulders, the rounded forearms, the small wrists, fit for bracelets, the slender thighs, the rounded calves, the trim ankles, can you not see them, too, in shackles? And consider that soft gloss of swirling, dark hair, and the face, framed within it, the exquisiteness of its features, their delicacy, the depth of her eyes, the soft lips, whose attentions a master might command". "I suppose she is adequate," I said. "I would think so," said Axel. "She is a barbarian," I said. - (Smugglers of Gor)