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Would it not be terrible to place a slave in such garmenture, and then arrange to have her, so compromised, discovered? Who could so hate a slave? Perhaps a free woman? Perhaps the Lady Dorna? I pulled at the clothing, and feared I knew what it was, and then I rose and went closer to the small lamp at the portal. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 23, Sentence #31)

What a vengeance might be enacted upon her by outraged, scandalized free women! But the garmenture seemed to me eccentric, and odd. Surely it was not the Robes of Concealment, so rich, abundant, beautiful, and colorful. That relieved my anxiety. Would it not be terrible to place a slave in such garmenture, and then arrange to have her, so compromised, discovered? Who could so hate a slave? Perhaps a free woman? Perhaps the Lady Dorna? I pulled at the clothing, and feared I knew what it was, and then I rose and went closer to the small lamp at the portal. To my consternation I found that the garments that I now wore, which now seemed to me so unfamiliar, different, foreign, and strange, would have scarcely merited a second glance on my former world. I wore a large, loose, plaid, cotton shirt and a pair of jeans, the sort of commonly masculine clothing by means of which a woman of Earth might attempt to draw attention to herself, as though challenging men by donning their customary garmenture; or perhaps trying to prove that clothing is, or should be, indifferent to sex; or perhaps which might be affected by a young woman of Earth with ambivalent feelings toward her sex, or one who, for whatever reason, wished to pretend ambivalent feelings toward her sex, one who, for whatever reason, was, in effect, playing boy, or wished be thought to be playing boy, clothing more appropriately to be expected in a young, adolescent male, perhaps her younger brother. But one caveat might be lodged, for the jeans were tight, and form-fitting. - (Quarry of Gor)