Book 16. (1 results) Guardsman of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 20 | 931 | Then, in poignant fantasy, within the pen, she prepares herself for the master, seeming to thoughtfully select silks and jewelry, seeming to apply perfume and cosmetics, seeming to be bedecked in shimmering, diaphanous slave splendor. |
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Book 16. (7 results) Guardsman of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 20 | 928 | She then stood and faced us, and put her head in her hands, bent over, and then straightened her body, her head and hair thrown back. |
| 20 | 929 | "I?" she seemed to ask, looking out, as though some rude jailer might have come to the gate of her pen. |
| 20 | 930 | But there is, of course, no one there, and, in the performance of the dance, that is clearly understood. |
| 20 | 931 | Then, in poignant fantasy, within the pen, she prepares herself for the master, seeming to thoughtfully select silks and jewelry, seeming to apply perfume and cosmetics, seeming to be bedecked in shimmering, diaphanous slave splendor. |
| 20 | 932 | She then crosses her wrists, and moves them, as though they have been bound. |
| 20 | 933 | She then extends them before her as though the strap on them had been drawn taut. |
| 20 | 934 | It then seems that she, head high, a bound slave, is being led on her tether from the pen. |
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She then stood and faced us, and put her head in her hands, bent over, and then straightened her body, her head and hair thrown back.
"I?" she seemed to ask, looking out, as though some rude jailer might have come to the gate of her pen.
But there is, of course, no one there, and, in the performance of the dance, that is clearly understood.
Then, in poignant fantasy, within the pen, she prepares herself for the master, seeming to thoughtfully select silks and jewelry, seeming to apply perfume and cosmetics, seeming to be bedecked in shimmering, diaphanous slave splendor.
She then crosses her wrists, and moves them, as though they have been bound.
She then extends them before her as though the strap on them had been drawn taut.
It then seems that she, head high, a bound slave, is being led on her tether from the pen.
- (Guardsman of Gor, Chapter 20)