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She still wore the garmenture so much like the curla and chatka, the cord at her belly and the long, single strip of cloth, the latter passing over the cord from the outside to the inside in front, and then up, and over it again in the back, moving from the inside to the outside, the whole then, above the cord, pulled up and adjusted, snugly. - (Renegades of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #189)

"Yes, Master," she said. Her body was slim, her hair was long, bound behind the back of her head with the black cord. Others about, too, were cooking. She still wore the garmenture so much like the curla and chatka, the cord at her belly and the long, single strip of cloth, the latter passing over the cord from the outside to the inside in front, and then up, and over it again in the back, moving from the inside to the outside, the whole then, above the cord, pulled up and adjusted, snugly. She stirred the porridge. The bottoms of her feet were dark with dirt. There was a scuffling sound outside and, looking up, we saw a stumbling woman, naked, a rope on her neck, her hands tied behind her, being dragged among the tents. - (Renegades of Gor)