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Book 10. (1 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Individual Quote)

Then she stopped, marvelously, motionlessly, as the music was silent, her head back, her arms high, her body covered with sweat, and then, to the last swirl of the barbaric melody, fell to the floor at the feet of Ibn Saran. - (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 5, Sentence #811)
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5 811 Then she stopped, marvelously, motionlessly, as the music was silent, her head back, her arms high, her body covered with sweat, and then, to the last swirl of the barbaric melody, fell to the floor at the feet of Ibn Saran.

Book 10. (7 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Context Quote)

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5 808 Her bare midriff, long, between the high, hooked vest of red silk and the low-slung, sashed chalwar, about her hips, some inches below her navel, was quite attractive.
5 809 To see her was to want her; and to want her was to wish to own her.
5 810 Alyena now to a swirl of music spun before us, swept helpless with it, bangles clashing, to its climax.
5 811 Then she stopped, marvelously, motionlessly, as the music was silent, her head back, her arms high, her body covered with sweat, and then, to the last swirl of the barbaric melody, fell to the floor at the feet of Ibn Saran.
5 812 I noted the light hair on her forearms.
5 813 She gasped for breath.
5 814 Ibn Saran, magnanimously, gestured that she might rise, and she did so, standing before him, head high, breathing deeply.
Her bare midriff, long, between the high, hooked vest of red silk and the low-slung, sashed chalwar, about her hips, some inches below her navel, was quite attractive. To see her was to want her; and to want her was to wish to own her. Alyena now to a swirl of music spun before us, swept helpless with it, bangles clashing, to its climax. Then she stopped, marvelously, motionlessly, as the music was silent, her head back, her arms high, her body covered with sweat, and then, to the last swirl of the barbaric melody, fell to the floor at the feet of Ibn Saran. I noted the light hair on her forearms. She gasped for breath. Ibn Saran, magnanimously, gestured that she might rise, and she did so, standing before him, head high, breathing deeply. - (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 5)