"What am I offered for this blonde?" called the auctioneer.
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"Weren't they sold before?" asked the first fellow.
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"Not all, I think," said the second man.
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I left their sides and pushed through the crowd, making my way nearer the high, round, sawdust-strewn block.
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"Watch where you are going, Fellow," snarled a man.
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I stopped by the ready cage.
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Inside, sitting on a wooden bench, behind stout, closely-set bars, miserable, clutching sheets about themselves, some with glazed eyes, sat some ten girls.
"What am I offered for this blonde?" called the auctioneer.
"Weren't they sold before?" asked the first fellow.
"Not all, I think," said the second man.
I left their sides and pushed through the crowd, making my way nearer the high, round, sawdust-strewn block.
"Watch where you are going, Fellow," snarled a man.
I stopped by the ready cage.
Inside, sitting on a wooden bench, behind stout, closely-set bars, miserable, clutching sheets about themselves, some with glazed eyes, sat some ten girls.
- (Rogue of Gor, Chapter )