I loosened my robe and sat down, cross-legged, on the cushion before the table.

I loosened my robe and sat down, cross-legged, on the cushion before the table. I picked up a piece of the yellow bread.
“Oh, no, Mistress,” said the girl, putting out her hand.
“That is how men sit. We are women. We kneel.”
“I will sit,” I told her.
“Mistress understands, surely,” said the girl, in misery, “that I must make reports to Ligurious, my master.”
“I will kneel,” I said.
“That is much more lovely,” said the girl, approvingly.
I then began to eat, kneeling. This posture, to be sure, though I do not think I would have admitted it to the girl, did strike me as being much more feminine than that which I had earlier adopted. Certainly, at least, it made me feel much more feminine.

Kajira of Gor, p. 91

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