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Were men not made to be wrapped about the smallest finger of a beautiful woman? And was she not beautiful? At that time she was not familiar with how common beauty is on Gor, and how it may be easily purchased in the markets. - (Kur of Gor, Chapter 1, Sentence #1238)

But even the strongest men of Earth, she had discovered, were psychologically weak, presumably as a consequence of their conditioning programs, designed to thwart and tame them, or, with some effort, she was sure, could be made so, even pathetically so. She wondered if her fellow prisoner was psychologically weak. If not, she was sure she could soon make him so, by turning his own strength against him, by dividing him emotionally, and by arranging self-conflicts which would bring him, his own confused enemy, to an uncertain and anxious balance, where she might, by as little as a breath, so to speak, move him to her will. Were men not made to be wrapped about the smallest finger of a beautiful woman? And was she not beautiful? At that time she was not familiar with how common beauty is on Gor, and how it may be easily purchased in the markets. She smiled to herself. She had always had whatever she wanted of men, even as a pretty little girl, even before her face and body, advancing through its teens, had become, as now, disturbingly, tormentingly, desirable, suitable for fastening in a slave coffle. Always she had been able to manipulate and control men, by a word, a tone of voice, a smile, a frown, a tear. - (Kur of Gor)