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Regarding Service/Serves
DIR By: Lily
Date: October 4, 2024, 2:58 pm
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> "Of course, Master," said the girl. The girl nodded and,
rising gracefully, backing away a step or two, head down, turned
and went to the kitchen. — Assassin of Gor, page 106.
>
> "Bring wine," he said to Elizabeth, who, her mouth filled with
meat; went and fetched a small skin of wine and a cup, which she
filled for him. — Nomads of Gor, page 142.
>
> "Give him Ka-la-na wine," prompted Elizabeth.
> Aphris got up and fetched not a skin, but a bottle, of wine,
Ka-la-na wine, from the Ka-la-na orchards of great Ar itself.
She also brought a black, red-trimmed wine crater from the isle
of Cos. "May I serve you?" she asked.
> Kamchak's eyes glinted. "Yes," he said. She poured wine into
the crater and replaced the bottle. Kamchak had watched her
hands very carefully. She had had to break the seal on the
bottle to open it. The crater had been upside down when she had
picked it up… Then she knelt before him in the position of the
Pleasure Slave and, head down, arms extended, offered him the
crater. He took it and sniffed it and then took a wary sip. Then
he threw back his head and drained the crater. "Hah!" said he
when finished. — Nomads of Gor, pages 150-151.
>
> "Serve me wine," I said. She did so, kneeling before me, head
down, handing me the black, red-trimmed wine crater, that of the
master… — Nomads of Gor, page 293.
>
> A girl in a tunic of white silk, gracefully, carrying a large
pitcher of diluted Ka-la-na wine, approached our table from the
rear, and climbed the stairs, delicately, and as though timidly,
head down. Then she leaned forward behind me, bending her knees
slightly, her body graceful. Her voice in my ear was a whisper,
an invitation. I looked at her. Her eyes met mine, beautiful,
deep, gray. tier lips were slightly parted. "Wine, Master?"
asked Virginia Kent. Virginia served me, bowed her head and
backed gracefully down the stairs behind me, then turned and
hurried away. "She is White Silk, of course," said Ho-Tu. I
glanced at Virginia Kent, who was now moving about the tables,
in the incredibly brief silken slave livery, the pitcher on her
left shoulder, held there gracefully with her left hand. —
Assassin of Gor, pages 186-187.
>
> "Serve me wine," he said. I turned and, among the furnishings
of the tent, found a bottle of Ka-la-na, of good vintage, from
the vineyards of Ar, the loot of a caravan raid. I then took the
wine, with a small copper bowl, and a black, red-trimmed wine
crater, to the side of the fire. I poured some of the wine into
the small copper bowl, and set it on the tripod over the tiny
fire in the fire bowl… I poured the wine from the small copper
bowl into the black, red-trimmed wine crater, placing the small
bowl in a rack to one side of the fire. I swirled, slowly, the
wine in the wine crater. I saw my reflection in the redness, the
blondness of my hair, dark in the wine, and the collar, with its
bells, about my throat… I, carrying the wine crater, rose to my
feet and approached him. I then knelt before him, with a rustle
of slave bells, in the position of the pleasure slave. I put my
head down and, with both hands, extending my arms to him, held
forth the wine crater. "I offer you wine, Master," I said. —
Captive of Gor, page 311.
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> "Sheera knelt before me, her head down, resting back on her
heels, her arms extended to me, proffering me, in the manner of
the Gorean slave girl, the wine bowl." — Hunters of Gor, pages
95-96.
>
> "… later I had moved among them, as they had summoned me,
pouring them wine and Paga. I must take the goblet, fill it,
kiss it delicately and proffer it to the male. — Slave Girl of
Gor, page 53.
>
> "Paga," said a man's voice. I turned toward him. I saw he sat
with a second man. I knelt before them, head down, and poured
the Paga into his cup. "Serve me the Paga," said the man. I put
down the Paga flask which I carried that I might, unencumbered,
assume the position of serving Paga, or wine, to a Gorean male.
"First remove the silk," he said. I did so. He was a customer. I
was his to command. Then I knelt naked before him, head down.
"You may now serve the Paga," he said. "Yes, Master," I said. I
reached to take the cup, in both hands. One kneels, one proffers
the cup, head down, with both hands, to the male. — Slave Girl
of Gor, pages 304-305.
>
> I hurried to the counter and handed Busebius, who was beaming,
the Paga vessel and strap. Again it had been emptied. He dipped
the vessel into a great vat of Paga and returned it to me."Paga!
Paga!" I heard. I did not even have time to slip the vessel on
its strap over my shoulder. Holding its two handles with my
hands, I fled back, with a jangle of slave bells, to the floor,
to serve. — Slave Girl of Gor, page 298.
>
> "Does Master desire aught?" asked a black girl, kneeling
before me, a Paga slave of the establishment.
> "Paga," I said to her. She rose to her feet and went to the
vat behind the counter. — Explorers of Gor, page 132.
>
> "She then went to one of the large, wooden, covered water
buckets, roped to the deck, and in it submerged a water-skin. I
heard the bubbling as the skin filled… I noted the blondish
girl, the water bag now, wet and heavy, over her shoulder, going
to the men of the Forkbeard, to offer them drink." — Marauders
of Gor, page 63.
>
> "He then said to me," she said, " "Pour wine into the goblet.
Fill it precisely to the second ring." There were five rings on
the outside of the goblet. I poured the Wine, as he had asked,
and then placed the goblet on the coffee table. — Fighting Slave
of Gor, page 18.
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