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It was not so much that I was a naked slave, as that I would be a naked slave before him, she of whom he had so cleverly and thoroughly made a fool. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 45, Sentence #77)

She backed away, head down. I had made it a point not to go near the first couch. I did not think that I could endure the humiliation and embarrassment should I find myself looked upon by him. It was not so much that I was a naked slave, as that I would be a naked slave before him, she of whom he had so cleverly and thoroughly made a fool. My serving dish was shortly empty, and I knew I should withdraw to the kitchen, either to have it layered with more syrupped tospit slices, or supplied with another provender, perhaps rice, white, or brown, or red or purple, from Cos, or a plate of cheeses, from local dairies, served with warmed bread, or prepared after the fashion of Ti, rolled in honey­ed tur-pah leaves. "But what slave," I wondered, "is chained behind the couch of handsome, mighty Drusus, so important here, he not now in a collar and tunic, not now imposing on a naive slave, but in fine supper raiment, and so near the dais?" "I would see such a slave," I thought. I determined the first girl was not watching, and made my way about the tables, so that I might be behind the couches on the right, those nearest the dais. - (Plunder of Gor)