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The richer the robes, I reasoned, the more likely the wealth. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #307)

What man would not want to tear aside those veils, of either sort, to remove those flowing, concealing robes, to have such a thing naked, chained at his feet? Occasionally I saw slippers, not sandals, beneath the hem of those robes. Surely there was no danger of confusing such creatures with the occasional slave who sped past, tunicked, hurrying amongst the cages, sometimes hooted at by the stevedores. I was particularly concerned to choose with care. The richer the robes, I reasoned, the more likely the wealth. A free woman would understand me, and my helplessness! Alas, how little I knew of such women! I should have considered more carefully a matter of possible relevance, that several of these visions held, in their small, gloved hand, an object, about a yard in length, of supple leather, and though of a much richer quality, familiar to me from the house of training, an object much like that often carried by the instructresses. Too, if I had been more aware, and more familiar with Gor, I would have noted that the slaves, as much as possible, went to great lengths to avoid finding themselves in the proximity of such women, often turning about, and hurrying away, or slipping to the side, sometimes even hastening to conceal themselves amongst the boxes and bails, the assorted cargoes, on the wharf, removed from, or waiting to be loaded upon, the long, brightly painted galleys moored but yards away. Later there approached a free woman, alone, resplendent, one I assumed would well answer to my purposes. - (Plunder of Gor)