Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 24 | 421 | She walked about the View more quotes about circle">circle once more, the veil closely about her, concealing even her features. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 24 | 418 | Her beauty, she hoped, might save her, compensating to a significant extent for her ignorance of slave dance. |
| 24 | 419 | To be sure, she had seen the women moving in the circles. |
| 24 | 420 | She could not control her body with the subtlety they manifested, but she could see some of the simpler things they did, and she had some sense of what it might be to yield to such music, to obey it, to surrender herself to it, abjectly, as an aroused, commanded slave. |
| 24 | 421 | She walked about the circle once more, the veil closely about her, concealing even her features. |
| 24 | 422 | The whip master, whom she noted with care, seemed puzzled, but tolerant. |
| 24 | 423 | Certainly his hand was not clutched menacingly upon his whip, the coiled blade of which, visibly, bore stains of blood, that of her humbled predecessor. |
| 24 | 424 | The first czehar player, in whose charge were the musicians, appeared puzzled as well, but continued to elicit from his instrument, held across his knees, subtle melodies which sang of life and nature, which hinted of men and women, and masters and slaves. |
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Her beauty, she hoped, might save her, compensating to a significant extent for her ignorance of slave dance.
To be sure, she had seen the women moving in the circles.
She could not control her body with the subtlety they manifested, but she could see some of the simpler things they did, and she had some sense of what it might be to yield to such music, to obey it, to surrender herself to it, abjectly, as an aroused, commanded slave.
She walked about the circle once more, the veil closely about her, concealing even her features.
The whip master, whom she noted with care, seemed puzzled, but tolerant.
Certainly his hand was not clutched menacingly upon his whip, the coiled blade of which, visibly, bore stains of blood, that of her humbled predecessor.
The first czehar player, in whose charge were the musicians, appeared puzzled as well, but continued to elicit from his instrument, held across his knees, subtle melodies which sang of life and nature, which hinted of men and women, and masters and slaves.
- (Prize of Gor)