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I had heard of the paga taverns, the rent booths, the brothel restaurants, and of the streets, in which one might find coin girls, their coin box on a chain locked about their neck, and mat girls on their master's leashes. I recalled the dancing slave I had glimpsed in the paga tavern in Laura. Inge had told me that a modest coin would buy her use, and that the common paga slaves came with the price of a drink. "Animal," I said. "Technically," said he, "it is you who are the animal. You are a slave, and a slave does not own herself. She is owned. - (Captive of Gor)