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He was the sort of man, she knew, who could easily, and without thinking, put her in her place and keep her there. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 24, Sentence #624)

She saw interest, their fevered wildness, their blazing eyes, their clenched fists, heard their applause, their cries of pleasure. You, Masters, she thought, have the power of strength, and dominance, and weapons, but I, a mere slave, and my lowly sisters, have power as well, the power of our desirability, the power of our beauty! And our power is not inconsiderable, I assure you! Who is strongest, I wonder, she asked herself. Then suddenly it seemed she knew who was strongest for, to her astonishment, she now saw, toward the back of the silk, only a few feet from Mirus, to his left, Selius Arconious! He, though impecunious, though a simple workman, no more than an ordinary tarnster, was a Gorean master. He was the sort of man, she knew, who could easily, and without thinking, put her in her place and keep her there. He cannot be here, she said to herself, swaying before the men. He must be in Ar! I do not understand this! Then tears burst into her eyes. "I am dancing as a slave!" she thought. - (Prize of Gor)