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How is it that anything as petty, as trivial and worthless, as you are should play so indifferently with their hearts? Surely this is some jest of nature, intent upon tormenting her own. - (Explorers of Gor, Chapter 34, Sentence #620)

You would chain us with strands of silk, with the turn of an ankle, the softness of a glance. You are seductively dangerous. What victims nature, in her inscrutable cunning, would make of foolish, vulnerable men. How is it that anything as petty, as trivial and worthless, as you are should play so indifferently with their hearts? Surely this is some jest of nature, intent upon tormenting her own. Or is it rather nature's way of calling men to the destiny to which she has intended them, to victory, and the mastery? You are a challenge of fortune, the player, and the stake, in the game that only one can win. But here, pretty little beast, sleek little slut, on this world, it is man, not you, who will win. Here, manhood is not forfeit. - (Explorers of Gor)