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"Robes of concealment, then?" inquired Calliodorus. - (Renegades of Gor, Chapter 21, Sentence #1085)

Why are the men of Gor so different from the men of Earth? Why are they not diffident, not apologetic? Why do they not turn their eyes aside, lest they cause the smallest modicum of unease to the fair? Why do they not pretend not to notice? Why are they not like the typical man of Earth? But soon, as they become accustomed to the values and ways of what was formerly perceived as an alien culture, and they begin to see it as it is, as a zestful, complex, colorful, natural, and vital way of life, excitingly, grandly, and gloriously so, and they discover themselves become beautifully ingredient within it, indispensably and thrillingly so, find themselves now esteemed and profoundly savored, find themselves now valued, praised, prized, and sought, doubtless for the first time in their lives, they begin to relish the absence of the veil. They come to understand themselves at last as what they are, as what can no longer be denied, as living, desirable females, as sexual creatures, and that they are, perhaps for the first time in their lives, as such, of great interest and importance. Indeed, they are found so desirable that they are put in collars. "Robes of concealment, then?" inquired Calliodorus. "Oh, no, Master!" exclaimed Publia. "Certainly not, for we are slaves!" The slave, as might be supposed, is forbidden to wear the garmenture of the free woman, unless ordered to do so by an appropriate authority, usually the master. He may wish to require this of her as a joke or a humiliation, or as an aspect of some stratagem, or such. - (Renegades of Gor)