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I, as were my chain sisters, was now in a brief, wrap-about yellow tunic. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 12, Sentence #81)

"We hope to please our masters," I said. His hands had excited me. How well I would pour paga tonight, how mutely I would plead in a slave girl's thousand ways, to be alcoved! The taverner's deputy now stood back and regarded me. I, as were my chain sisters, was now in a brief, wrap-about yellow tunic. It had a light belt of yellow cloth, supported by four loops, which belt, fastened by a slip knot, might be easily undone, allowing the folds of the tunic to be delicately or rudely parted. I spoke of my "chain sisters" but there was a mighty gap between us, between Gorean beauties in their collars and barbarians, perhaps beauties, in theirs. I thought of Adraste and others, so arrogant, so superior, in their contempt of barbarians, who were themselves, as slaves, no better than the barbarians they scorned. - (Quarry of Gor)