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Behind me, standing proudly, insolently, her hands still fastened behind her back, was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen, dark-haired, green-eyed, olive-skinned, of medium height, excitingly figured. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #72)

"To the ramp, Adraste," I heard, from behind me. "Now there is a beauty," said the slaver's man on the ramp, he who had unbound my wrists. I looked back, and gasped. Behind me, standing proudly, insolently, her hands still fastened behind her back, was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen, dark-haired, green-eyed, olive-skinned, of medium height, excitingly figured. Her carriage bespoke not so much the supple, lithe beauty of the slave, so deliciously submissive, so aware of her collar, so hoping to please, as the arrogance of a free woman. Why do not men make all women slaves, I wondered. A slaver's man, a bit lower on the ramp, freed her hands, and she rubbed her wrists, disdainfully. - (Quarry of Gor)