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He would bring me to the floor early, before the paga was delivered, that I must perform. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 46, Sentence #531)

Did it not bespeak his triumph and victory? Did it not remind me, by contrast, of my fathomless reduction and absolute subjugation, of my total meaninglessness, that I was now less than the dust beneath a free man's sandals, that I was now a slave? How he had smiled! He knew I could not dance. Indeed, he must have known that many kajirae, far more beautiful and talented than I, even lesser dancers, must have been whipped from the floor, from time to time, given the moods and demands of masters. He was so clever! He had deftly, mercilessly, exploited a situation, to see me ridiculed, shamed, and beaten. He would bring me to the floor early, before the paga was delivered, that I must perform. He had even delayed the dancing of Lais, to disappoint and anger the tables. How they would be impatient with me, and resent me. How clever he was! I tried to hate him, I wanted to hate him, but could not do so. - (Quarry of Gor)