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"Beware," she said, "lest I be truly cruel to you, lest I truly torment you, lest I lower my veil and permit you to glimpse, ever so briefly, my beauty, a beauty which you will never possess, which you will never kiss or touch, a brief glimpse which you must then carry with you, recalled in frustration and agony, through the marsh!" "Could you not part your robes, as well," I asked, "that I might be even more tormented?" She stiffened again in anger, in fury. - (Vagabonds of Gor, Chapter 12, Sentence #308)

"I am beautiful!" she said. "Perhaps," I said. "It is hard to tell". "Beware," she said, "lest I be truly cruel to you, lest I truly torment you, lest I lower my veil and permit you to glimpse, ever so briefly, my beauty, a beauty which you will never possess, which you will never kiss or touch, a brief glimpse which you must then carry with you, recalled in frustration and agony, through the marsh!" "Could you not part your robes, as well," I asked, "that I might be even more tormented?" She stiffened again in anger, in fury. "Your figure, at least," I said, "from what I surmise, would be likely to look quite well on a slave block". She made an angry noise. I saw that she wanted to lower her veil. - (Vagabonds of Gor)