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Kamchak looked across the room to me. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 27, Sentence #137)

Whatever she might have been before, a clock number, a set of records in a personnel file, an unimportant employee, with her salary and benefits, under the obligation to please and impress other employees, scarcely more important than herself, she was now alive, and free in her emotions though her flesh might be subject to chains; she was now vital, passionate, loving, mine; I wondered if there were other girls of Earth in whom such a transformation might be wrought, others who might, not fully understanding, long for a man and a world—a world in which they must find and be themselves, for no other choice would be theirs—a world in which they might run and breathe and laugh and be swift and loving and prized and in their hearts at last open and free—though paradoxically perhaps, for a time, or until the man should choose otherwise, wearing the collar of a slave girl. But I dismissed such thoughts as foolish. None remained now in the court of the Ubar other than Kamchak and Aphris, Harold and Hereena, and myself and Elizabeth Cardwell. Kamchak looked across the room to me. "Well," said he, "the wager turned out well". I recalled he had spoken of this. "You gambled," I said, "when you did not surrender Turia—to return to defend the bosk and wagons of the Tuchuks—that the others, the Kataii and Kassars, would come to your aid". - (Nomads of Gor)