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She was only a naked, dancing slave girl, exciting, writhing in the sand, her body throbbing to the beat of a man's pleasure drums. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #600)

We were learning, we were increasing our skills. Even Inge! I watched her, in the training sand, dancing to hide drums, naked, in slave bracelets and jeweled dancing collar. She did not then appear to be of the blue-robed, studious scribes. She was only a naked, dancing slave girl, exciting, writhing in the sand, her body throbbing to the beat of a man's pleasure drums. I wondered if a scribe would buy her. I supposed if one did, she would pretend to be a shy girl, once of the scribes herself. But what if he should command her to perform? Would he not then be astonished to find what he had purchased, a girl suddenly forced to reveal herself as an eager, helplessly appetitious slave, one desperate to, and exquisitely trained to, please the senses of a master? I now saw Inge as a rival. - (Captive of Gor)