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Book 21. (1 results) Mercenaries of Gor (Individual Quote)

Some men are fond of privacy in such a place. - (Mercenaries of Gor, Chapter 25, Sentence #57)
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Book 21. (7 results) Mercenaries of Gor (Context Quote)

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25 54 The room was illuminated, insofar as it was, with a soft, flickering, reddish light, the result of the flames of tiny tharlarion-oil lamps set in narrow red-glass enclosures on certain of the tables.
25 55 In such a light, of course, interesting colorations, subtle, soft, constantly changing reddish hues, ranging, depending on the color of the glass and the mix of the lights, from dark, rose-colored pinks to creamy crimsons, are imparted to the flesh of white-skinned slaves.
25 56 Too, there were many dark places and shadows.
25 57 Some men are fond of privacy in such a place.
25 58 "Is this satisfactory?" she asked.
25 59 "Yes," I said, sitting down, cross-legged, behind the small table.
25 60 "Oh!" said a woman, near me, half rearing up on a mat, and I saw her eyes, startled, for an instant, and that she was blond, and that her flesh appeared interesting in the light, and then she, the chain on her neck fastening her to the slave ring near the mat, was thrust back on the mat.
The room was illuminated, insofar as it was, with a soft, flickering, reddish light, the result of the flames of tiny tharlarion-oil lamps set in narrow red-glass enclosures on certain of the tables. In such a light, of course, interesting colorations, subtle, soft, constantly changing reddish hues, ranging, depending on the color of the glass and the mix of the lights, from dark, rose-colored pinks to creamy crimsons, are imparted to the flesh of white-skinned slaves. Too, there were many dark places and shadows. Some men are fond of privacy in such a place. "Is this satisfactory?" she asked. "Yes," I said, sitting down, cross-legged, behind the small table. "Oh!" said a woman, near me, half rearing up on a mat, and I saw her eyes, startled, for an instant, and that she was blond, and that her flesh appeared interesting in the light, and then she, the chain on her neck fastening her to the slave ring near the mat, was thrust back on the mat. - (Mercenaries of Gor)