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I am to be sold! The highest bid will be my opening bid. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 25, Sentence #558)

Beyond being seen braceleted to a pole in the exhibition cage, on the basis of which the twenty-one bids were made, I was later seen elsewhere, in the festival camp, for Ahn serving wine, from the vat of Callimachus, the number on my breast for all to note, and even later, I was danced, and in the ba-ta circle! Some, I am sure, will recall this slave when she ascends the block. Indeed, some, counting their coins, will doubtless be waiting for her to appear. I am to be sold, she thought. I am to be sold! The highest bid will be my opening bid. What will it be! I am suddenly afraid to ascend the block, to be shown to the men, to uninhibited, virile, powerful, lustful men, to men who are accustomed to the owning and the mastering of women. I am chained, I am stripped, I cannot flee! On this world I am a property, an animal! I am going to be sold, sold like a pig or horse! I am going to be sold! I am going to be sold! But of course I am going to be sold! I am a slave! How is it that I am here? How can this be, that I am here? Foolish vulo, she thought. You are here because you have been brought here, by men, as women for centuries, and doubtless on thousands of worlds, have been brought to such places. - (Prize of Gor)