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Actually, I was not really half-naked, as many men put their slaves into the streets, but reasonably modestly garbed, as I wore the tunic of a woman's serving slave, to be sure, one rather more revealing than most. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 10, Sentence #456)

"Disgusting slut, disgusting, half-naked slut!" hissed a free woman. At least she did not order me to kneel, to be beaten. They so hate us! Or so envy us? She was then away, somewhere. Actually, I was not really half-naked, as many men put their slaves into the streets, but reasonably modestly garbed, as I wore the tunic of a woman's serving slave, to be sure, one rather more revealing than most. I walked at the edge of the market, the walls of buildings to my right. I had been told that larls stalking tabuk would sometimes delay their charge until their prey grazed beside a cliff, a wall of stone, a dense thicket. Indeed, sometimes they would herd, and drive, their prey against such barriers. - (Conspirators of Gor)