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There, at least, we might hope, at least if we were found sufficiently pleasing, to be fed by hand or thrown scraps. - (Witness of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #34)

I hated the silken veil then, despite its beauty, for it sealed my lips from food. I would have preferred, I assure you, primitivisms more typical of this world, such as the barbaric banquets of soldiers and guards, in which we must serve naked. There, at least, we might kneel and whimper, begging food. There, at least, we might hope, at least if we were found sufficiently pleasing, to be fed by hand or thrown scraps. But here I was ravening, and I dared not speak. He dropped a tiny bone, sucked free of meat, onto a small, golden plate. "You serve well, Earth woman," he said. - (Witness of Gor)