Or in the light of torches, or candles, in some such natural light.
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How beautiful are women, thought Cabot.
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It is a rare Gorean camp, incidentally, which does not have its slaves, for, as noted, Gorean men are fond of them, and reluctant to forgo their services and pleasures.
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"wine, Master?" inquired Corinna, kneeling before him, lifting the goblet in two hands, her head down, between her extended arms.
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In the goblet, of course, was actually paga.
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"Peisistratus sent you to me?" said Cabot.
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"Yes, Master," she said.
Or in the light of torches, or candles, in some such natural light.
How beautiful are women, thought Cabot.
It is a rare Gorean camp, incidentally, which does not have its slaves, for, as noted, Gorean men are fond of them, and reluctant to forgo their services and pleasures.
"wine, Master?" inquired Corinna, kneeling before him, lifting the goblet in two hands, her head down, between her extended arms.
In the goblet, of course, was actually paga.
"Peisistratus sent you to me?" said Cabot.
"Yes, Master," she said.
- (Kur of Gor, Chapter )