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Too, of course, it helps to draw a sharper distinction between us and free women, as though the scantiness of our tunics, and the obviousness of our lovely, slender, locked collars, compared to the richness of their robes, and veils, and half veils, were not enough! I saw a lovely-legged, long-haired girl in a brief blue tunic. I did not know if that were because her master favored the blue, or if he might be a scribe. A vendor went by, just below our level, on the walkway, hawking tastas. I wished he in whose charge I was, Desmond, in the black and gray of the Metal Workers, would return. Though I hated him, I wanted to be helpless near him. I wanted to be such that he might exploit me, as he pleased. Far below, on the broad, level area, inside the rail, I saw two girls, in tunics of yellow and blue, the Slaver's colors, back-braceleted as other slaves, but also, interestingly, joined together, neck to neck, by a yard of chain. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter )