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How men would desire her! How they would want to get their hands on her! How they would compete for her! How the bidding would rage for her! She thinks she would bring a very good price. - (Guardsman of Gor, Chapter 19, Sentence #958)

Is there no one anywhere to care for her, or fulfill her, or love her? What would it be to be owned, to be subject to a master? What might she bring, that fascinating, stripped creature in the mirror, were her life to begin again, were she to be sold, were she to be taken by some interested fellow, for what he was willing to pay, as something he wants, really wants, off the slave block? She turns away, in tears. Or perhaps she is haughty and vain, an affluent, prized darling of Earth, au courant with the latest fashions, familiar with magazines and shops, an exemplar of, and fulfiller of, prescribed stereotypes, seeming to be something out of a lavish advertisement, or commercial, and regards herself with undisguised approval in the mirror. How marvelous she is, she thinks. How men would desire her! How they would want to get their hands on her! How they would compete for her! How the bidding would rage for her! She thinks she would bring a very good price. Well, perhaps she would. On the other hand, it is hard to tell, for Goreans tend to favor the natural female. She might end up as a kettle-and-mat girl or a mere serving slave for women her arid, linear, mechanistic culture has led her to believe are less attractive than she. - (Guardsman of Gor)