Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 9 | 297 | Each of the women I had thought free did the same, until each stood before us, a collared slave girl clad only in the diaphanous, scarlet dancing silks of Gor. |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 9 | 294 | Then, to my surprise, the girl clapped her hands sharply twice and the women about the table stood, and, together, from both sides, moved swiftly to stand before us, between the tables. |
| 9 | 295 | The drums and flutes of the musicians sounded, and to my amazement the first girl, with a sudden, graceful swirl of her body lifted away her robes and flung them high over the heads of the guests to cries of delight. |
| 9 | 296 | She stood facing us, beautiful, knees flexed, breathing deeply, arms lifted over her head, ready for the dance. |
| 9 | 297 | Each of the women I had thought free did the same, until each stood before us, a collared slave girl clad only in the diaphanous, scarlet dancing silks of Gor. |
| 9 | 298 | To the barbaric music they danced. |
| 9 | 299 | Kamchak was angry. |
| 9 | 300 | "Did you truly think," asked Aphris of Turia arrogantly, "that a Tuchuk would be permitted to look upon the face of a free woman of Turia?" Kamchak's fists were clenched on the table, for no Tuchuk likes to be fooled. |
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Then, to my surprise, the girl clapped her hands sharply twice and the women about the table stood, and, together, from both sides, moved swiftly to stand before us, between the tables.
The drums and flutes of the musicians sounded, and to my amazement the first girl, with a sudden, graceful swirl of her body lifted away her robes and flung them high over the heads of the guests to cries of delight.
She stood facing us, beautiful, knees flexed, breathing deeply, arms lifted over her head, ready for the dance.
Each of the women I had thought free did the same, until each stood before us, a collared slave girl clad only in the diaphanous, scarlet dancing silks of Gor.
To the barbaric music they danced.
Kamchak was angry.
"Did you truly think," asked Aphris of Turia arrogantly, "that a Tuchuk would be permitted to look upon the face of a free woman of Turia?" Kamchak's fists were clenched on the table, for no Tuchuk likes to be fooled.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 9)