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I recalled, with amusement, those outlandish, concealing garments she had worn. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 47, Sentence #56)

Perhaps, I thought, she might bring as much as two and a half. It was hard to tell. I recalled the first time I had seen her, long ago, in the aisle of the huge emporium, startled, frightened, clearly a slave but not yet collared. I recalled, with amusement, those outlandish, concealing garments she had worn. How dared she, a slave, so conceal herself? Surely she should have been stripped and lashed! Why did those of the polluted world not assess their women, and divide them into the slave and tree, and see to it that those who were slaves, and should be slaves, were dressed accordingly, as what they were, slaves? Surely that would be pleasant, to see them so distinguished. Why should they be permitted the audacity of indiscriminately mingling amongst tree women? Did they not know they were slaves? But then are not all women slaves, bred so over a thousand generations? But I gathered she did not know at that time that she belonged in a tunic and collar, in which she would soon find herself, a Gorean slave. I pondered, sitting alone in the camp. - (Smugglers of Gor)