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She rolled to her side, and sat up, with a clatter of chain, and clenched her legs together, and covered her breasts with her hands and arms, and screamed in misery. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #81)

Most of the words she heard about her, now, though not all, made perfect sense to her. The tiny shift, the adjustment, had been made. All this seemed to take place at the same time, and she opened her eyes wildly for an instant but, drawing back from the painful stabbing of sunlight, shut them in pain, but, in that moment, she had glimpsed a world about her, movements, colors, robes, stalls across the way, displayed goods, awnings, shouting vendors, children, men, women, hurryings, groups in converse, peddlers, some with baskets on their heads. She rolled to her side, and sat up, with a clatter of chain, and clenched her legs together, and covered her breasts with her hands and arms, and screamed in misery. Girls on either side of her drew back. Some passers-by paused for a moment, some close enough to reach out and touch her, and then moved on. She opened her eyes a little, fearfully. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 16)