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I came out a little from the rail. - (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 29, Sentence #1127)

She was very beautiful there, bare-breasted, her neck in the slave collar of Ionicus, about her hips and thighs the brief shreds of the skirt of her work tunic, that tunic sacrificed that I might have at least the little I wore, a slave strip thrust in a narrow belt of rolled cloth. Tela, incredibly luscious, in the rectangle of red silk, which she had had to wear on the orders of Aulus, and Mina and Cara, half-stripped, scarcely less beautiful, bound in that order, still neck-roped to the rail, were to my left. "Step forward, my half-naked beauty," said the bearded man, coaxingly, gesturing with his hand. I came out a little from the rail. "There," he said, pointing, grinning, "is the fellow who followed you, who would have your blood". I looked at Mirus. "What a fortunate slave you are, to have him so at your mercy," said the fellow. - (Dancer of Gor)