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Once she had served Priest-Kings; then, later, she had well served others, the Kurii and their agents; I watched her comb her hair; now I suspected she was for most practical purposes useless in the politics of planets; but she had been spared; I watched her movements; I smiled; I, too, would have spared her; surely she was not now completely without use; she retained, I noted, doubtless the reason for which she had been spared, the general utilities of any charming, pretty slave girl. Her flesh would bring a high price. To see her was to wish to own her. Pretty Vella. She put down the comb and reached for a tiny bottle of perfume. She touched her neck, below the ears, and her body, about the shoulders, with the scent. I knew the scent. - (Tribesmen of Gor)