guidinghand4u: goreanmaster: . “Veil yourself,” I laughed.Angrily Alyena, the former Mis
guidinghand4u: goreanmaster: . “Veil yourself,” I laughed.Angrily Alyena, the former Miss Priscilla Blake-Allen of Earth, took the tiny, triangular yellow veil, utterly diaphanous, and held it before her face, covering the lower portion of her face. The veil was drawn back and she held it at her ears. The light silk was held across the bridge of her nose, where, beautifully, its porous, yellow sheen broke to the left and right. Her mouth, angry, was visible behind the veil. It, too, covered her chin. The mouth of a woman, by men of the Tahari, and by Goreans generally, is found extremely provocative, sexually. The slave veil is a mockery, in its way. It reveals, as much as conceals, yet it adds a touch of subtlety, mystery; slave veils are made to be torn away, the lips of the master then crushing those of the slave.Aside from her veil, and her collar, in the kurdah, she was stark naked.She held the veil before her face. I saw her eyes, very blue, over the yellow.“At least now,” I said to her, “you are not face-stripped.”Tribesmen of Gor -- source link