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Here I was chained on a platform, my arms over my head, at the side of a public street, where hundreds might, should they care to do so, look upon me unimpeded and at length. - (Kajira of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #62)

I wondered why I had done that. To be sure, the young men who had captured me had not been loath to subject me to lengthy, appreciative scrutinies that would have been more appropriate, I feared, to a slave than a free woman. But that, however, embarrassing and shameful, had been rather private. Here I was chained on a platform, my arms over my head, at the side of a public street, where hundreds might, should they care to do so, look upon me unimpeded and at length. I trusted no one would recognize in me the fugitive Tatrix of Corcyrus. It was hot on the platform. I moved my bare feet a little, because of the hot cement. - (Kajira of Gor)