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I looked at them, veiled and beautiful in their silks. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 10, Sentence #307)

The girls of the Wagon Peoples stood proudly before their stakes, certain that their champions, whoever they were to be, would be victorious and return them to their peoples; the girls of the city of Turia stood also at their stakes, but with feigned indifference. I supposed, in spite of their apparent lack of concern, the hearts of most of the Turian girls were beating rapidly. This could not be for them an ordinary day. I looked at them, veiled and beautiful in their silks. Yet I knew that beneath those Robes of Concealment many wore the shameful Turian camisk, perhaps the only time the hated garment would touch their bodies, for should their warrior lose this match they knew they would not be permitted to leave the stake in the robes in which they came. They would not be led away as free women. I smiled to myself, wondering if Aphris of Turia, standing so loftily at the first stake, wore beneath the robes of white and gold the camisk of a slave girl. - (Nomads of Gor)