“Stand, Collar Meat,” said the auctioneer.

“Stand, Collar Meat,” said the auctioneer.
I stood.
“It seems,” said the auctioneer, “that we must let this little beauty go for a mere twenty-one copper tarsks.”

Slave Girl of Gor, p. 502-503

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