Just a girl, fraught with wanting. Needing. Helplessness.
A glimmer of bells, a turn of ankle.
Desperate to please, to bring joy, completion.
In the strut of hips, thrust of breasts, lift of chin, toss of hair.
Take her. Keep her. She is Yours. Only Yours. Wholly yours.
It is apparent in the tremble of limbs. In the quiver of slave lips, pursed and begging. Yes Master.
"It is strange," he said, "I have faced sleen and the steel of fierce enemies. I am a warrior, and am high among warriors. Yet you, a mere girl, would conquer me with a smile and a tear." ~ Slave Girl of Gor , page 424

OOC:  Welcome to disney Gor on Buzzen.  First you have the Outlaw Camp, I wouldn't waste my time with that one. Just when I thought that was bad.  HomeSword Holding takes the golden mickey mouse statue for Disney Gor at it's finest.  Kajira, we are not children, why do you think you have to act that way?  Asya what can I say except jealous slave in robes.  Two Masters were there that had some honor, Targo and Nemesis, They don't speak much, I understand why with all the romper room antics going on in leaps and bounds.  Well Gor, I am sad that you have truly gone to hell in a handbasket.  RIP  

Are you done yet?  Seriously pathetic.  For the record, honor and class are something you are born with, it can't be learned, it just is and you my dear have none!!! Yes, you dearie, the queen of romper room.