The women of a city are, of course, among its prize loot

The women of a city are, of course, among its prize loot. The women in Ar’s Station, even the youngest and most beautiful, might now be pale, and drawn and scrawny, but water, and slave gruel, forced down their throats if necessary, could bring back their color, and fatten them for the block.

Renegades of Gor, p. 238

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