Mercenaries of Gor (free woman in the Tunnels)
"Who is that woman?" I asked. I indicated a nicely bodied woman, barefoot, in a calf-length, sleeveless white gown, with a low dcolletage, moving among the tables. The neckline left no doubt as to certain of her excitements. They were such as men might pay for in a slave market. I found it interesting that she, in this place, though apparently not a hostess, was clothed. The slaves I had seen here were stripped. Golden bangles encircled her ankles, and golden bracelets encircled her wrists. Too, she had golden armlets.
"She is a free woman," said my hostess.
"Here?" I asked.
"She has paid her tarsk bit," said my hostess. "Beware of her."
I saw the woman approaching a fellow at a table. She knelt near the table, in the position of the free woman. She smiled at him.

Mercenaries of Gor
"I see that you have dismissed a slave," said the free woman, she with the low dcolletage.
"Yes," I said.
"Are you from out of town?" she asked.
"Yes" I said. The ring was not on her finger now.
"Are you enjoying Ar?" she asked.
I shrugged.
"It can be lonely for a stranger," she said.
"Would you care to join me?" I asked.
"I'm sorry," she said. "It would not be proper. I do not even know you."
"Forgive me," I said. "I did not mean to be forward."
She moved her left foot a little, causing the bangles on her left ankle to move slightly. Most free women, of course, would never wear such things. They are regarded as suitable and appropriate only for slaves. She moved the bracelets on her left wrist up her left forearm an inch or two. The tiny noise this made was exciting, slave exciting. With one hand she threw her hair back. It was loose. Slaves commonly wear their hair loose. She moved subtly, charmingly, seemingly inadvertently, within the dress. Then she seemed, suddenly, concerned with it. Could there be something wrong with it?She then, almost apologetically, adjusted one of the shoulder straps of the dress, pulling it up tighter and more to the side. She did this as though not giving it much thought, and as though modestly, but in such a way, with such a movement of her body, and with such an effect, that she called dramatic and inevitable attention to the marvelousness of her breasts.
Such breasts, I thought, would probably increase her value as a slave.
"That is all right," she said. "No offense is taken.
"I am really very sorry," I said.
"It is my fault," she smiled. "I should not have been so forward. I should not have spoken first."
"Please join me," I said.
She knelt at the table, in the position of the free woman.
"I spoke," she said, "for I was pleased to see that you had dismissed the slave.