*Looking back and continuing to walk, speaking with almost a disgustful tone*
Free women were allowed to visit the Caverns and were treated with respect but if they acted sexually towards Any Brother, whether a Member or not, they soon found themselves in a camp ko-lar, very fast.
*With a sly grin and a shake of her long mane over her shoulders, siren continues*
Upon membership there was be no dual memberships allowed.... The Cavern believed a brother was a loyal member upon his home.... There were no second homes for Them..They were outcasts, distant from A/all.
*Her voice low, guarded, she turns and looks into Y/your eyes, defiance of the true Cavern slave emerging.*
Weapons were allowed upon entrance of the Caverns but if A/any asked guests to walk to the gate and drop them, it had to be done.
*With the tone given Those Who may wish harm to the Caverns, a growl builds low within her, her voice controlled, but yet her tone makes You unsure*
Gretuk took T/their respect very seriously there and if A/any gave A/any within trouble, T/they would be asked to leave kindly, the first time only. If the warning was not obeyed, W/we would not want for Y/you to return for a next visit...In other words you would be barred from the cavern forever. Disrespect comes in many forms, not just words spoken, but whispered, by looks, in any form, if it made those of the Caverns uncomfortable, it showed disrespect.
*Her voice calming, she smiles for the first time, with a quick turn, throwing her arms out, revealing the choice of clothes of some slaves*
The clothing which a Cavern slave wears can vary according to what the Master wishes. A slave could wear an outfit which consisted of a chatka, a long narrow strip of leather about 5' long, which was tucked into the curla, a red cord tied around the waist, the chatka was tucked under the curla, brought between the legs, tucked around the curla in back, then brought around the front to be tucked a final time around the curla, and pulled tight. A third item was the kalmak, a leather vest, usually all leather is black for invisibility during the night raids, and finally a koora, a red strip of cloth tied around the head to keep the hair from falling into the slaves eyes and blocking their vision. Or a slave could wear silks, there were 6 colors, only 4 were used in the Caverns..black, a kettle slave, in training with no ability yet to serve in any way, she would cook and clean the Caverns, a yellow silk, also commonly known as a tavern slave, she was in training also, but she had reached the stage to serve in anyway asked of her, a red silk was highly trained in all aspects of serving, some may have been restricted sexually by their Master, but many were not...a white silk of course was only for her Masters use sexually, she could serve to Others only in tower without mention of heat, but both could be used with her own Master. The hair of the slave is worn loose. *EG* Orrrr...a slave may be totally naked
*sliding her palms seductively over her soft skin before stepping further*
The life of a Cavern slave was one of constant awareness, adventure, and danger as the camp was constantly under danger of retribution. However, a Cavern slave was more wild, mischievous, though to the Masters of the camp, they show much respect and dedication. As in all places of Gor, respect played a major part, all slaves were respectful. Many duties abound from catching fish for food, to preparing the food, keeping the animals, preparing bandages, caring for the wounds of the Rarius when They returned to camp, serving, in many ways, building items, cleaning, among the many duties of the Cavern slave. A Cavern slave, however, had something other slaves rarely do....pride. They can seemed almost arrogant, but still retained their position at the feet of the Masters of the Cavern and Visitors.
With a quick toss of her long curly raven mane, siren starts to walk away, then turning back with a grin on her face, she speaks again*
taming them was a hard job for anyone who stole a Cavern slave.*and with a shake of her head, she walks away, laughing proudly*
EXIT.
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