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"Excellent, Lavinia," I commended her. "'Speak,' she commanded me. "'He has given performances in the Central Cylinder,' I continued, 'readings, and such. Perhaps in one of these times, due to no fault of mistress he was charmed by her voice, as by the songs of the veminium bird, or again, by her grace and manner, the consequences of a thousand generations of elegance and breeding, or again, once more through no possible fault of mistress, perhaps in a moment of inadvertent disarray he was so unfortunate as to glimpse a portion of her briefly unveiled features, or note a width of slender wrist betwixt cuff and glove, or even, beneath the hem of her robes, fearful to contemplate, the turn of an ankle?' "'Perhaps,' she said. And I had no doubt, Master, that the royal hussy had seen to it that such signals, such signs, such intriguing glimpses, such supposed inadvertencies, and such, had abounded!" "In this," I said, "perhaps she was not so different from you". "Master!" cried Lavinia, scandalized. "At least," I said, "she never knelt at his side, in bangles and slave silk, and reached out to touch him". - (Magicians of Gor, Chapter )