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Some startled slaves leaped up, each chained by one ankle to her ring; but most slept, drunk; one or two, too drunk to notice me, were sitting against the wall, their left ankles chained to their slave rings, a bottle of Ka-la-na in their grasp, their hair falling forward. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 18, Sentence #316)

You, Killer, would not make a Player. Brave Caprus. I turned suddenly into the kitchen in which the food for the hall of Cernus is prepared. Some startled slaves leaped up, each chained by one ankle to her ring; but most slept, drunk; one or two, too drunk to notice me, were sitting against the wall, their left ankles chained to their slave rings, a bottle of Ka-la-na in their grasp, their hair falling forward. "Where is the paga?" I demanded of one of the girls. Startled, I saw, now that she stood forth from the shadows, that she had no nose. "There, Master!" said she, pointing to a basket of bottles under the large cutting table in the center of the room. - (Assassin of Gor)