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These strictures, of course, do not deny us our weapons, or our power. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 27, Sentence #355)

The true woman, whether slave or free, carries on her campaigns more subtly and effectively. I do not know if this is because we are stealthier and more cunning, or simply because otherwise we would be an object of ridicule and a laughing stock to Gorean males. The average Gorean male would presumably regard a sexually aggressive woman as mentally deranged, and perhaps in a rather unpleasant way. These strictures, of course, do not deny us our weapons, or our power. Certainly we lure, we display, we entrance, we seduce. The slave does not demand, she begs; the slave is not the possessor but the possessed; she, in her smallness, her softness, her loveliness, is the quarry; she it is who is sought; it is she who surrenders, she who is vulnerably, helplessly ravished; it is she who must submit, she who will be helplessly conquered and owned; she is the slave, not the master. This is as it should be, and, shortly after coming to Gor, this is brought home to her, clearly; on Gor she finds herself restored to the antique rights of her biological heritage, and meaning; she learns complementarity; she learns about dominance and submission, and that she is not dominant; at last, in the order of an ancient and profound nature; she becomes, perhaps for the first time in her life, a woman; she discovers herself, and, discovering herself, she comes to rejoice in the subtleties and depths of her own nature; she comes at last to understand, accept, and love what she is. - (Slave Girl of Gor)