He then turned his attention to the brunette who, frightened, not meeting his eyes, flushing scarlet, every inch of her, turned frantically away from him, her side to the glassine barrier, covering as she could the sweetness of her bosom with her small hands.
1
712
She was well-curved.
1
713
He assumed she must be a slave, as she was enclosed with him.
1
714
Certainly her curves were worthy of an auction block, at least in a minor city.
1
715
He did not understand why she strove so mightily, essentially so futilely, to conceal herself from him.
1
716
That was not like a slave.
1
717
No slave, aware of the lash, would dare such a thing.
He then turned his attention to the brunette who, frightened, not meeting his eyes, flushing scarlet, every inch of her, turned frantically away from him, her side to the glassine barrier, covering as she could the sweetness of her bosom with her small hands.
She was well-curved.
He assumed she must be a slave, as she was enclosed with him.
Certainly her curves were worthy of an auction block, at least in a minor city.
He did not understand why she strove so mightily, essentially so futilely, to conceal herself from him.
That was not like a slave.
No slave, aware of the lash, would dare such a thing.
- (Kur of Gor, Chapter )