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I wanted to make my appeal to the woman, as woman to woman, uncomplicated by the possibly inhibiting presence of a male. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #301)

Were not free women our sisters? Might one not depend on a woman to understand the harrows of slavery, and sympathize with another woman, one of her own sex, one so unfortunate as to be collared? My instructresses, then, were wrong. Few free women wandered unescorted on the wharf, but they occasionally made their appearance. I thought it best to avoid a woman who was in the company of a male. I wanted to make my appeal to the woman, as woman to woman, uncomplicated by the possibly inhibiting presence of a male. It was on the wharf that I saw my first Gorean free women. How well they moved, so gracefully! There was no mistaking those movements, those of graceful forms, within those colorful, layered, beautifully draped robes, so flowing, so feminine, and it was easy to conjecture the exquisite features that, doubtless in many cases, might be concealed behind those colorful, silken, matched veils, or, if it were worn, the lengthier, heavier street veil. What man would not want to tear aside those veils, of either sort, to remove those flowing, concealing robes, to have such a thing naked, chained at his feet? Occasionally I saw slippers, not sandals, beneath the hem of those robes. - (Plunder of Gor)