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I was joyful, a woman! How powerful, and grand, were the men! How I wanted to please them, and knew that I must. - (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 27, Sentence #50)

"Superb!" I heard cry. Far then I was from the shy, introverted girl of the library, she who had scarcely dared to admit, even to herself, even in the concealments of her most secret heart, that in her belly lurked the dispositions and nature of a pleasure slave! But now, openly, and whether she willed it or not, she was that very slave! "Superb!" cried another man. I danced, barefoot in the sand, naked, in my collar, my body illuminated redly in the light of the fires. I was joyful, a woman! How powerful, and grand, were the men! How I wanted to please them, and knew that I must. They did not fear, or object to, masculine power. They delighted in it, they reveled in it. It ennobled and exalted them. - (Dancer of Gor)