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"Have you not, several of you, examined these beauties earlier in the morning, and pondered your bids?" "Yes," said a fellow, "a copper tarsk for the lot!" "You may ask," said the auctioneer, "how is it that such goods, goods of such quality, could be offered here?" "No other market would have them!" called a fellow. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 8, Sentence #849)

"The finest beads drawn from the finest of the slavers' necklaces, each worthy of the central block of the Curulean, each fit for the Pleasure Garden of a Ubar," said the auctioneer. There was more laughter. "Pot girls!" jibed a fellow. "Have you not, several of you, examined these beauties earlier in the morning, and pondered your bids?" "Yes," said a fellow, "a copper tarsk for the lot!" "You may ask," said the auctioneer, "how is it that such goods, goods of such quality, could be offered here?" "No other market would have them!" called a fellow. "It is true, noble Masters, that our modest market, as the slave shelves, is noted for its bargains," said the auctioneer, "but that is your good fortune and our pleasure, to serve you better. Would you not prefer to pay less for more? Would you not be pleased to obtain an exquisite pleasure slave, trim, responsive, and vital, for the price of a pot girl, a kettle-and-mat girl? Those who know how to buy know where to buy, and here is where to buy!" "Begin!" called a man. "Slaves," called the auctioneer, "come to the bars, smile, press against them, reach out to the noble masters. - (Conspirators of Gor)