Further, I had now come to see myself as a slave girl.

The slave girl had not been far wrong, she thought.

The three slave girls might as well be put to some good use here!

Would she give herself to him, like a slave girl?

She was no longer a slave girl just then to me.

She didn't look upon slave girls like her mother did.

When a woman is a slave girl she has no choice but to be "good".

No doubt the slave girls would get their share when we were done.

"Are there any slave girls here you would like to have?"

It was then that I saw the slave girl ahead of us.