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And surely, despite everything, I was attractive enough to be a man's slave, at least that attractive, even on Gor. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 7, Sentence #448)

Many an angry young man of modest means returns, disappointed and frustrated, from the market, leading home on his tether the most that he can afford, an item of what he takes to be second-rate merchandise; but he discovers, perhaps after introducing her to the house, and tying her and giving her the customary ceremonial beating that she may know herself slave there, something surprising; released, she crawls to his feet and covers them, and his legs, with kisses, and then, holding his legs timidly, she looks up into his eyes, her own tear-filled; and, startled, he sees suddenly at his feet something priceless, that fortune is his, that in the lotteries of the market he has been unaccountably victorious; at his feet there kneels a slave of slaves, one who may become to him, in time, even a love slave. But I did not think I was that plain. On Earth I had been regarded as stunningly beautiful. And surely, despite everything, I was attractive enough to be a man's slave, at least that attractive, even on Gor. This thought, that of being a man's slave, both disturbed and pleased me. I thought, if I put my mind to it, I could serve a brute well. How amused and pleased, I thought, would be so many of those I knew on Earth, to see me, Elinor Brinton, in such a situation, owned, striving to please a master! But, too, of course, I knew nothing of the duties of a woman's serving slave. - (Captive of Gor)