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"No, Master," said Ellen. "But you have seen slaves dance?" "Yes, Master," wept Ellen. "And you learned from them?" "Perhaps something, Master". "And surely, as a slave," said the scribe, "you upon occasion, naked, in secret, had swayed before a mirror?" "Yes, Master," whispered Ellen. She recalled that she had done this, not only on Gor, but even on Earth, as a frustrated female intellectual, more than once, in anguish, and curiosity, and embarrassment, in the privacy of her apartment, the shades drawn, far above the distant pavement, far above the dismal, crowded, gray streets below. She had wanted to see herself as she might be, and wanted to be, as a beautiful, natural creature, and to see herself, as well, as that creature might appear, beggingly presenting itself, beggingly displaying itself, in all the lure of the dance, to a member of the opposite sex, to a man. Once, to her astonishment, she had found herself whispering to the mirror. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter )