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Book 34. (1 results) Plunder of Gor (Individual Quote)

You will behold, momentarily, an unusually lovely kajira, a former display slave, a nicely curved item that cost the house a full golden tarsk". - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 61, Sentence #86)
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61 86 You will behold, momentarily, an unusually View more quotes about lovely">lovely kajira, a former display slave, a nicely curved item that cost the house a full golden tarsk".

Book 34. (7 results) Plunder of Gor (Context Quote)

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61 83 My house does not stint on the provender of its festive boards, nor on the richness of its gifts to its retainers.
61 84 So, too, we do not stint on the quality of our sponsored games.
61 85 In the arena we put upon the sand only the finest of fighters, in the tarn races only the swiftest of tarns, and so, too, here, we do not stint on the quality of our prey animals.
61 86 You will behold, momentarily, an unusually lovely kajira, a former display slave, a nicely curved item that cost the house a full golden tarsk".
61 87 Much attention was then focused on the second gate, that through which we had been hurried, from the girl chute, crowding to the outside, desperate to escape from the heated irons.
61 88 Decius Albus again raised and lowered his hand, again signaling.
61 89 A blond kajira was thrust stumbling onto the field, her forearm over her eyes to protect them from the glare of sunlight.
My house does not stint on the provender of its festive boards, nor on the richness of its gifts to its retainers. So, too, we do not stint on the quality of our sponsored games. In the arena we put upon the sand only the finest of fighters, in the tarn races only the swiftest of tarns, and so, too, here, we do not stint on the quality of our prey animals. You will behold, momentarily, an unusually lovely kajira, a former display slave, a nicely curved item that cost the house a full golden tarsk". Much attention was then focused on the second gate, that through which we had been hurried, from the girl chute, crowding to the outside, desperate to escape from the heated irons. Decius Albus again raised and lowered his hand, again signaling. A blond kajira was thrust stumbling onto the field, her forearm over her eyes to protect them from the glare of sunlight. - (Plunder of Gor)