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It seems that some change had come to her life. - (Rogue of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #169)

But now that beautiful young woman was no longer in the cold, friendless corridors of a preempted institution, no longer in a desk chair dutifully taking notes on what she was supposed to believe and on the values, like numbing and denying poisons, which she was supposed to imbibe. No longer did she move about a campus in a prescribed garmenture, anxious lest her femininity and her true needs be suspected. And no longer, either, was she in the lovely garmenture of the restaurant, that suggesting her piteous desire to express her forbidden sex, that of her deepest self, that of the true female, the feminine woman, the excruciatingly desirable feminine woman, so preciously, wondrously and gloriously different, in so many ways, from a man. It seems that some change had come to her life. She had been found beautiful enough, and desirable enough, obviously, to have been taken by Gorean slavers. Yes, taken—by Gorean slavers. They, if none others, had seen the woman in her, the depth, preciousness, and meaning of her beauty. - (Rogue of Gor)