Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 24 | 697 | How could he do other than hold her in contempt? Then, exhausted, miserable, aroused, tearful, she, in a sudden swirl of music, concluded her dance, hurling herself to the sand, to her left side, her legs drawn up, she on her left elbow, her right hand lifted piteously to the crowd. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 24 | 694 | What did the men mind? The face of Selius Arconious was impassive. |
| 24 | 695 | Doubtless he had seen the dancing of many desperate, needful slaves, doubtless many more lovely than she. |
| 24 | 696 | And she was only an Earth girl, a scion of female slave stock, a barbarian. |
| 24 | 697 | How could he do other than hold her in contempt? Then, exhausted, miserable, aroused, tearful, she, in a sudden swirl of music, concluded her dance, hurling herself to the sand, to her left side, her legs drawn up, she on her left elbow, her right hand lifted piteously to the crowd. |
| 24 | 698 | Then she put her head down, surrendered. |
| 24 | 699 | It was then the concern of masters whether or not they would deign to summon her, a needful, submitted slave, to their feet. |
| 24 | 700 | Quickly then, flushed, in tears, amidst shouting and applause, she sprang to her feet and fled within the area of preparation. |
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What did the men mind? The face of Selius Arconious was impassive.
Doubtless he had seen the dancing of many desperate, needful slaves, doubtless many more lovely than she.
And she was only an Earth girl, a scion of female slave stock, a barbarian.
How could he do other than hold her in contempt? Then, exhausted, miserable, aroused, tearful, she, in a sudden swirl of music, concluded her dance, hurling herself to the sand, to her left side, her legs drawn up, she on her left elbow, her right hand lifted piteously to the crowd.
Then she put her head down, surrendered.
It was then the concern of masters whether or not they would deign to summon her, a needful, submitted slave, to their feet.
Quickly then, flushed, in tears, amidst shouting and applause, she sprang to her feet and fled within the area of preparation.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter 24)