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Now, of course, Ellen must suffer before Tutina, whom she must struggle to please with her serving. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #63)

The new woman, whom Ellen did not know, had glanced at her at various times during the evening, curious, interested, but Ellen had kept her head down, serving silently, deferentially. After a time Mirus indicated that Ellen might serve the soup, which, she began to do, ladling it from a large tureen on a serving cart, filling the bowls one by one, and placing them on the table, in the order prescribed. Once, on her former world, in an officelike room, Ellen had relished being served by the hated Tutina, coffee and pastries, and had, in her manner, subtly and abundantly exploited the situation in such a way as to make abundantly clear to Tutina the servile nature of the task, and her own implicit superiority to her. Now, of course, Ellen must suffer before Tutina, whom she must struggle to please with her serving. And Tutina was not easily pleased. Ellen was in misery, but she had no alternative but to serve with all the perfection of which she was capable. She was in the presence of her master. - (Prize of Gor)