“I am a slave girl.” She turned away. “Do you wish to see my brand?”

“I am a slave girl.” She turned away. “Do you wish to see my brand?” she asked, contemptuously.
“No,” I said.
So she was a slave girl.
But on her collar there was not written the name of her owner and his city, as I would have expected. Instead I had read there only the Gorean numeral which would correspond to 708.
“You may do with me what you please,” said the girl, turning to face me. “As long as you are in this room I belong to you.”
“I don’t understand,” I said.
“I am a Chamber Slave,” she said.
“I don’t understand,” I said.
“It means,” she said, irritably, “that I am confined to this room, and that I am the slave of whoever enters the room.”

Priest Kings of Gor, p.48

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