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I reached over and put the bit of Pleasure Silk under her, that it might be wrinkled and bear the stains of her sweat. "Clever, Master," said she, smiling. "Be silent, slave Girl," I warned her, and she heeded my injunction, for she then, for better than an Ahn, served in a silence that was exquisite, broken only by our breathing, her small moans and cries. The Game When I deemed it wise to depart from Vella, I knotted her yellow slave livery about her neck and cried out, "Begone, slave!" and then slapped my hands together at which juncture she let forth a howl as though she had been struck, and then, blubbering hysterically and crying out, she scrambled from the alcove, hastily and awkwardly, half falling, descended the narrow ladder and fled weeping from the paga tavern, much to the delight and amusement of the customers below. A few moments later I emerged, descended the ladder and went to the proprietor of the shop, throwing the bit of soiled Pleasure Silk and the slave chains to the counter. I looked at him and he did not ask for pay, but looked away, and so I left the tavern and entered the street. It was still light and in the early evening. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter )