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She looked at the heavy, glassine walls, closely curving about her, within whose compass she and the others were confined. - (Kur of Gor, Chapter 1, Sentence #1273)

Could she be longing for a master? Was that what it was to be a woman, to be a slave? Then she, a civilized beauty of station, position, and class, the young, spoiled, pampered, proud, self-righteous scion of a pathological acculturation, put aside such thoughts as offensive and absurd, and considered her present predicament and vulnerability. She was imprisoned, helplessly, perfectly, why or how she had no idea. She had no evidence, even, of the number or nature of her captors, or owners. She looked at the heavy, glassine walls, closely curving about her, within whose compass she and the others were confined. She was a member of a miniscule social group, in a tiny, inescapable environment, subject to a technological ecology she was incapable of altering. What might be the social relations in such a world, in such a small, stout, encircling, transparent world? And what might be the consequences to herself of these social relations? She became extremely frightened. What if she were marginalized, or neglected? What if the little animal should become, so to speak, his favorite? How would this affect her plans, her role, in this tiny space? There was a single male, and two females. - (Kur of Gor)