'You made an offer on me?' I asked, delighted.
'Yes,' he said.
I wondered what it would be like to be owned by Mirus. Slaves often wonder what it would be to be owned by this man, or that. I found him extremely attractive. If he purchased me, I would certainly try to serve him well. Of course, too, any man who purchased me I would have to serve well, and, indeed, as I was a Gorean slave girl, in so far as I could, perfectly.
'I am not worth five tarsks,' I laughed.
'True,' he said.
'Why, then, did you offer so much?' I asked.
'I was drunk,' he said.
'Tonight,' I said, 'I am not scheduled to return to the floor.' 'I know,' he said.
'Master prepared the schedules,' I laughed.
'Yes,' he said.
'Summon me to your quarters,' I whispered. 'I will show you that maybe I am worth five tarsks after all!'
'Perhaps I will summon Tupita,' he said.
'No, Doreen,' I said.
'Did you know that Hendow is thinking of placing restrictions on your use?' he asked.
'Why would he do that?' I asked.
'I think he is fond of you,' he said.
'I am pleased, if my master finds me pleasing,' I said.
'Has he never ordered you to him?' asked Mirus.
'No,' I said.
'Interesting,' said Mirus. 'Normally he disciplines new girls well.' I shuddered. I had no doubt that Hendow, my master, could discipline a woman well. He seemed remote, and mighty. He was the master of the entire tavern, and of all the girls. There were twenty-seven of us. I was terrified of him. 'But I do not think he will really put restrictions on your us,' he said. 'Why not?' I asked.
'I do not think it would be good for your discipline,' he said.
'I understand,' I said. In relationships between men and women, it is a common observation that the relationship tends to be improved considerably when the woman is subject to his usage. When she knows that that a fellow may, if he wishes, simply hurl her to his feet and put her to woman uses, she is likely to behave rather differently toward him than toward one who does not have this power over her.
'You have not displeased him lately, have you?' asked Mirus.
'Not to my knowledge,' I said. 'I hope not.'
'Something is going to be done to you,' he said.
'What?' I asked, apprehensively.
'But if you have not displeased him lately,' he said, 'I gather that it is not being inflicted as a punishment.'
'What?' I asked.
'You haven' t heard?' he asked.'No,' I said.
'A leather worker is coming to the tavern tomorrow, with his kit,' he said. 'Why?' I asked.
'I' m sorry,' he said. 'I thought someone would have told you.' 'What?' I asked.
'It is nothing to fear,' he said.
'What?' I said.
'It is done to many slaves,' he said.
I looked at him, frightened.
'You have not displeased Hendow?' he asked.
'I do not think so,' I said.
'That is what I thought,' he said. 'Then it is being done merely to improve you, to make you even more desirable.'
'Please, Master,' I said, 'I am a helpless slave. What is to be done to me?' 'Hendow is going to have your ears pierced,' he said.
I looked at him, disbelievingly.
'It is true,' he said, gravely.
I tried not to laugh.
'What is wrong?' he said.
I laughed, out loud in his grasp.
'I do not understand,' he said.
'That is all?' I asked.
'All?' he asked. 'Do you not understand the gravity of this?'
'I always wanted to have my ears pierced,' I said. 'Only I never had the courage.'
'You wanted it?' he asked, startled.
'Yes,' I said.
'What a slave!' he breathed.
'Oh?' I asked. To be sure, I was a slave, in my heart, as well as now, on this world, whether I wished it or not, and helplessly, in all public legality. 'Surely you know that if such a thing were done to you,' he said, 'no man thereafter could look you except as a slave.'
I laughed. 'I am a slave,' I said.
'It is so barbaric,' he said.
'Perhaps,' I said.
'How exciting you will be with your ears pierced,' he said.
I smiled.
'You do not mind?' he asked.
'No,' I said.
'Interestingly enough,' he said, 'once it is done, afterwards, few girls mind. Indeed, many are thrilled with what has been done to them, and are eager to display themselves to men in their new condition, and delight and revel in the new ornaments which they may then wear, so excitingly enhancing their appearance.'
'I can understand that,' I said.
'You see,' he said, 'it makes available to them a diverse and fantastic array of new adornments.'
'Yes, Master,' I said.
'How beautiful yo will be in such adornments!'
'It is my hope I will be pleasing to Masters,' I said.
'You must understand, of course,' he said, 'that there are dangers inherent in having your ears pierced.'
What dangers, Master?' I asked.
'Those attendant on having been made additionally desirable to strong men,' he said.
'I understand,' I said. I had recognized, of course, that such things as my garb, or lack of it, my brand, burned into my body, my collar, which I could not remove, placed on me by men, and such, and, above all, my condition, that of slave, had made me far more sexually stimulatory to men than I would otherwise have been but I had never, along the same lines, given much thought, or at least in detail, to the idea that, in this culture, similar effects might be consequent on things which, from the point of view of a girl from Earth, were as simple and familiar as having pierced ears or wearing earrings. To be sure, pierced ears, and wearing earrings, were stimulatory, too, I was sure, even to men of Earth, or, at least, to those who were capable of responding to such things, the piercings of the woman' s flesh, with its allegory of penetration, of her appropriate submission to the mastery, and the use of these piercings, making and recollecting them, to mount upon her beautiful adornments. I had sensed the barbaric and sexual connotations of these sorts of things on Earth, and, perhaps because of them, had always feared to have my ears pierced there. Here, of course, it was going to be done to me, whether I
