* * * * Harold and I had been fastened in a Turian slave bar, a metal bar with a collar at each end and, behind the collar, manacles which fasten the prisoner's hands behind his neck.
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We knelt before a low dais, covered with rugs and cushions, on which reclined Saphrar of Turia.
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The merchant wore his Pleasure Robes of white and gold and his sandals, too, were of white leather bound with golden straps.
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His toenails, as well as the nails of his hands, were carmine in color.
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His small, fat hands moved with delight as he observed us.
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The golden drops above his eyes rose and fell.
The thick woven wire held well.
* * * * Harold and I had been fastened in a Turian slave bar, a metal bar with a collar at each end and, behind the collar, manacles which fasten the prisoner's hands behind his neck.
We knelt before a low dais, covered with rugs and cushions, on which reclined Saphrar of Turia.
The merchant wore his Pleasure Robes of white and gold and his sandals, too, were of white leather bound with golden straps.
His toenails, as well as the nails of his hands, were carmine in color.
His small, fat hands moved with delight as he observed us.
The golden drops above his eyes rose and fell.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter )