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I tried to steel myself, and think of other things. I turned my head to the side. I heard Tela gasp with pleasure. I suddenly hated being a slave! Was this possible? That I should be so casually put, so cordially put, in the liberality of a Gorean host, at the disposal of guests? But of course it was possible! I was only a slave! But why would he do this to me, to me? Was I truly to him only this, only another slave, to be put without a second thought to the purposes of guests, merely another amenity or convenience to them, as might be a napkin or finger bowl, or a comfort, such as a blanket, or an extra cushion for his couch? I must not let Tela's cries arouse me. I must try not to hear them! What pleasure she must be enduring! Perhaps the stranger did not recognize me? "Oh!" I said, suddenly, softly. Sempronius chuckled. I knew then, and so did he, that he would conquer me. - (Dancer of Gor)