It was not the scribe she had known from the exhibition cage or the silken enclosure of the preceding evening.
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"Put your head up, girl," said the scribe.
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"Yes, Master," said Ellen.
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"117," he said, of Ellen.
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He made notes in his papers, as he coursed the line.
"115," he said, of the first girl on the chain.
"116," he said, of the second girl on the chain.
It was not the scribe she had known from the exhibition cage or the silken enclosure of the preceding evening.
"Put your head up, girl," said the scribe.
"Yes, Master," said Ellen.
"117," he said, of Ellen.
He made notes in his papers, as he coursed the line.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter )