"Are the women of Turia not beautiful?" she asked.
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"Indeed," I admitted, for there were none present who were not, in their own ways, beautiful.
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She laughed, for some reason.
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"In my city," I said, "freewomen would not permit themselves to be seen unveiled before strangers".
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The girl laughed merrily once more and turned to Kamchak.
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"What think you, my colorful bit of bosk dung?" she asked.
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Kamchak shrugged.
"Are the women of Turia not beautiful?" she asked.
"Indeed," I admitted, for there were none present who were not, in their own ways, beautiful.
She laughed, for some reason.
"In my city," I said, "free women would not permit themselves to be seen unveiled before strangers".
The girl laughed merrily once more and turned to Kamchak.
"What think you, my colorful bit of bosk dung?" she asked.
Kamchak shrugged.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter )