“I like you,” she said to me.
I kissed her, and looked again to the ceiling.
I recalled Harold of the Tuchuks. The pools were beautiful, and yet I knew that
somewhere, chained in darkness, were gangs of male slaves who cleaned them each
night; and there were of course the Bath Girls of Ar of which Nela was one, said to be
the most beautiful of all Gor. Harold, as a boy, had once been a slave in the
baths, those of the city of Turia, before he had escaped. He had told me that
sometimes a Bath Girl, to discipline her, is thrown to the slaves in the darkness.

from Assassins of Gor, pages 158 - 166

Beneath the toweling Nela wore nothing; about her neck, rather than a common
slave collar, she like the other bath girls, wore a chain and plate. On her plate was
the legend: I am Nela of the Capacian Baths. Pool of Blue Flowers. I cost one tarsk.
Nela was an expensive girl, thought there were pools where the girls cost as
much as a silver tarn disk. The tarsk is a silver coin, worth forty copper tarn disks.
All the girls in the Pool of Blue Flowers cost the same, except novices in training
who would go for ten or fifteen copper tarn disks. There were dozens of pools
in the vast, spreading Capacian Baths. In some of the larger pools the girls went
as cheaply as one copper tarn disk. For the fee one was entitled to use the girl
as he wished for as long as he wished, his use of course, limited by the hours of
the pool’s closing. The first time I had seen Nela, several days ago, she had been
playing in the pool alone, rolling about. It took but one glance and I dove into the
water swam to her, seized her by the ankle and dragged her under, kissing
her, rolling about beneath the surface. I liked the lips and feel of her and when
we broke surface, she and I laughing, I asked her how much she went for. “For a
tarsk,”she laughed, and turned about, looking at me, “but you will have to catch
me first.” I knew this game of the bath girls, as though they, mere slaves, would
dare to truly flee from one who pursued them, and I laughed, and she, too, sensing
my understanding, laughed. The girl commonly pretends to swim away but is
outdistanced and captured. I knew that few men could, if a bath girl did not wish it,
come close to them in the water. They spend much of the day in the water and ,
it is said, are more at ease in that element than the Cosian song fish.

From Assassins of Gor, pages 158 - 166.

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