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Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)

The free women, shamelessly to the mind of the rather prudish Kamchak, lowered their veils and threw back the hoods of their Robes of Concealment, enjoying the feast, eating with much the same Gorean gusto as their men. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #122)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
9 122 The free women, shamelessly to the mind of the rather prudish Kamchak, lowered their veils and threw back the hoods of their Robes of Concealment, enjoying the feast, eating with much the same Gorean gusto as their men.

Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)

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9 119 I forgot about it.
9 120 If there had been no women for us to view in the streets of Turia, Saphrar, merchant of the city, had determined to make that omission good at his banquet.
9 121 There were several women present at the tables, free women, and several others, slaves, who served.
9 122 The free women, shamelessly to the mind of the rather prudish Kamchak, lowered their veils and threw back the hoods of their Robes of Concealment, enjoying the feast, eating with much the same Gorean gusto as their men.
9 123 Their beauty and the sparkle of their eyes, their laughter and conversation, to my mind, immeasurably improved the evening.
9 124 Many were swift-tongued, witty wenches, utterly charming and uninhibited.
9 125 I did think, however, that it was somewhat unusual that they should appear in public unveiled, particularly with Kamchak and myself present.
I forgot about it. If there had been no women for us to view in the streets of Turia, Saphrar, merchant of the city, had determined to make that omission good at his banquet. There were several women present at the tables, free women, and several others, slaves, who served. The free women, shamelessly to the mind of the rather prudish Kamchak, lowered their veils and threw back the hoods of their Robes of Concealment, enjoying the feast, eating with much the same Gorean gusto as their men. Their beauty and the sparkle of their eyes, their laughter and conversation, to my mind, immeasurably improved the evening. Many were swift-tongued, witty wenches, utterly charming and uninhibited. I did think, however, that it was somewhat unusual that they should appear in public unveiled, particularly with Kamchak and myself present. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 9)