"I shop for wealthy women," said she, "for pastries and tarts and cakes—things they will not trust their female slaves to buy".
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I laughed.
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In answer to her questions I told her the reason for which I had entered the city—to steal an object of value from Saphrar of Turia, which he himself had stolen from the Tuchuks.
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This pleased her, as I guessed anything would which was contrary to the interests of the Turian merchant, for whom she entertained the greatest hatred.
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"Is this truly all you have?" she asked, pointing at the pile of stones.
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"Yes," I said.
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"Poor warrior," said she, her eyes smiling over the veil, "you do not even have enough to pay for the use of a skilled slave girl".
"I shop for wealthy women," said she, "for pastries and tarts and cakes—things they will not trust their female slaves to buy".
I laughed.
In answer to her questions I told her the reason for which I had entered the city—to steal an object of value from Saphrar of Turia, which he himself had stolen from the Tuchuks.
This pleased her, as I guessed anything would which was contrary to the interests of the Turian merchant, for whom she entertained the greatest hatred.
"Is this truly all you have?" she asked, pointing at the pile of stones.
"Yes," I said.
"Poor warrior," said she, her eyes smiling over the veil, "you do not even have enough to pay for the use of a skilled slave girl".
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter )