Beneath her veil I saw the metal of her collar.
I had not thought to have such fortune.
She did not look at me.
She returned to her place with the pot of black wine.
Ibn Saran lifted another finger.
From the side there hastened to him another girl, a fair-skinned, red-haired girl.
She, too, wore veil, vest, chalwar, bangles, collar.
- (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 5)