The common Gorean slave whip has five soft, broad strands.

She rolled the soft strand between her fingers.

I could feel the soft strands of her hair brushing against my skin.

The soft strands had a uniform color that you can only find in a box, and I realized he dyed his hair.

He willed himself not to be moved by the fragrance of her hair as soft strands of it swept across his mouth.

Idly, she threaded them through the soft dark strands.

He pushed the soft brown strands of hair from her face, accepting what he'd known all along.

And her hair was a new wonderland of curls and soft strands.

She touched Tassin's hair; the soft strands clung to her fingers, curled about them.

None on his face except a soft, almost invisible strand or two-more lip-lashes than mustache.