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It would not do for her for them to know that she, that lofty creature—mysterious in her robes and veils, perhaps known to them only as a proud slut being regally borne in a curtained palanquin, or as a shy, gentle creature absorbed in perusing scrolls in a library, or as a mere figure attending song dramas, or as one enacting at public festivals subtle ceremonies of arranging flowers, or such—on the couch, is a helpless, panting, licking she-sleen. The slave girl, on the other hand, does not have this problem. She knows that she belongs to a category of women toward which respect need not be shown, and will not be shown. She, a slave, she knows, is expected to be an obedient, lascivious animal in her master's furs or, if permitted, on her master's couch. Indeed, she will be punished severely, if she is not. She is thus free, irreservedly, joyfully, gloriously, to revel in her sensuality. Furthermore, she knows that her most intimate performances and qualities are likely to be discussed openly and with candor by her master with others, perhaps even in her presence. - (Guardsman of Gor, Chapter )