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It was an Earth question, a question from another world, a distant, superficial, polluted, noisy, unnatural, artificial world, a question from another ethos, one not one with nature, but one at war with nature; it was not a biological question, not a natural question, not a Gorean question. "Obviously they have every right to do so," she said to herself. "They have the right of masters, the obvious right of masters, to do with us, their slaves, as they please. Have you not yet learned the nature of this world, and what you are on this world? What a silly little vulo you are! What a stupid little pudding you are!" Later, rising to a half-reclining, half-sitting position, she brought her legs together, to one side, with smooth, swift, sinuous grace. "Oh," she thought, suddenly, "you did that without thinking. You, indeed, are now a slave girl. How shameless you are, you branded little tart!" And she smiled to herself, pleased. - (Prize of Gor)