I looked at Miss Elizabeth Cardwell, kneeling before me, head down, clad only in the collar of a slave.
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"What are you?" I asked.
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"A slave," she said bitterly, not raising her head.
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"Serve me wine," I said.
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She did so, kneeling before me, head down, handing me the black, red-trimmed wine crater, that of the master, as had Aphris to Kamchak.
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I drank.
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When I had finished I set the wine crater aside and looked on the girl.
I looked at Miss Elizabeth Cardwell, kneeling before me, head down, clad only in the collar of a slave.
"What are you?" I asked.
"A slave," she said bitterly, not raising her head.
"Serve me wine," I said.
She did so, kneeling before me, head down, handing me the black, red-trimmed wine crater, that of the master, as had Aphris to Kamchak.
I drank.
When I had finished I set the wine crater aside and looked on the girl.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter )