Suddenly there was the fierce crack of a slave whip and the girl, terrified, scurried from me.
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Busebius, proprietor of the tavern, stood at the edge of the sand.
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"Do you think I have but one customer?" he called to her.
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"No, master!" she cried.
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There was laughter.
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Then she was dancing, too, before others, and among the tables.
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I watched her.
Suddenly there was the fierce crack of a slave whip and the girl, terrified, scurried from me.
Busebius, proprietor of the tavern, stood at the edge of the sand.
"Do you think I have but one customer?" he called to her.
"No, master!" she cried.
There was laughter.
Then she was dancing, too, before others, and among the tables.
I watched her.
- (Rogue of Gor, Chapter )