Book 16. (1 results) Guardsman of Gor (Individual Quote)
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20
69
She might spend years in low taverns, or as a carnival dancer, or even as a street dancer, for provocation and use, on her leash, before her skills develop to a point at which she is good enough, as it is said, "to be permitted to dance before a Ubar".
She might spend years in low taverns, or as a carnival dancer, or even as a street dancer, for provocation and use, on her leash, before her skills develop to a point at which she is good enough, as it is said, "to be permitted to dance before a Ubar".
- (Guardsman of Gor, Chapter 20, Sentence #69)
Book 16. (7 results) Guardsman of Gor (Context Quote)
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Quote
20
66
I wondered where Melpomene was now.
20
67
Having seen her dance I had little doubt but what she would be being used as a dancer.
20
68
It takes a long time, of course, for a woman to become a good dancer.
20
69
She might spend years in low taverns, or as a carnival dancer, or even as a street dancer, for provocation and use, on her leash, before her skills develop to a point at which she is good enough, as it is said, "to be permitted to dance before a Ubar".
20
70
"More, Master?" inquired the slave in bluish gauze, in the gleaming collar, kneeling behind me and to my left.
20
71
"Yes," I said.
20
72
With a serving prong she placed narrow strips of roast bosk and fried sul on my plate.
I wondered where Melpomene was now.
Having seen her dance I had little doubt but what she would be being used as a dancer.
It takes a long time, of course, for a woman to become a good dancer.
She might spend years in low taverns, or as a carnival dancer, or even as a street dancer, for provocation and use, on her leash, before her skills develop to a point at which she is good enough, as it is said, "to be permitted to dance before a Ubar".
"More, Master?" inquired the slave in bluish gauze, in the gleaming collar, kneeling behind me and to my left.
"Yes," I said.
With a serving prong she placed narrow strips of roast bosk and fried sul on my plate.
- (Guardsman of Gor, Chapter 20)