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Another possibility, of course, is that this would be Ellen's first venture to the roof, and he thought it well to have some of her associates, slaves she knew, slaves with whom she would be expected to be able to communicate, for whatever reason, in her vicinity. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #30)

Too, there was no denying that she was an extremely pretty little slave, and this may have had something to do with it. This is not to say that she did not feel his whip when she shirked her work. It is one thing to be very pretty; it is quite another not to be fully pleasing. Another possibility, of course, is that this would be Ellen's first venture to the roof, and he thought it well to have some of her associates, slaves she knew, slaves with whom she would be expected to be able to communicate, for whatever reason, in her vicinity. Ellen stood rapt on the roof, the wind moving her long, sleeveless garment about her, gazing across the city, in awe, tears in her eyes. "You had best return to your basket and begin to hang the clothing," said Laura, turning away, going back to her own basket. Ellen lifted her arms gratefully to the city, the sky, the world. - (Prize of Gor)