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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.
       >
       > "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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