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The men continued to speak, and Ellen's mind wandered a bit, drifting from thought to thought. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 30, Sentence #117)

She surveyed herself in the mirror, the brief tunic, the make-up, the hairdo. "I think, Ellen," she said to herself, "that you are worth money, yes, money, serious money. I think, slave girl, you would bring a good price!" She then, as a last touch, adjusted her collar, with two hands, making certain that the lock was squarely at the back of her neck. The men continued to speak, and Ellen's mind wandered a bit, drifting from thought to thought. She saw Portus Canio taking a sip of the wine she had poured. She had not, of course, offered wine to the men as she might have, in private, to her master, kneeling naked before him, in her collar, touching the cup variously to her body, pressing it here and there against, moving it here and there against her beauty, feeling the steel rim firmly, unyieldingly, against her yielding softness, kissing it, placing it, kissing it, placing it, this commonly done at the belly, the waist, at each breast, and at each shoulder, and then, lifting her eyes, regarding him over the rim of the cup, kissing it again, one last time, lingeringly, lovingly, and then lifting it to him in two hands, her head deferentially down, between her extended arms. In many ways may a slave girl beg the attention of her master. - (Prize of Gor)