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She had turned about, seeing me, tears in her eyes, frightened, agonized, discovered. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 7, Sentence #748)

To be sure, much depends on the particular woman, the caste, the city, and sometimes, I understand, even the neighborhood or district within the city, as a Gorean city, as many cities, often contains a medley of subcultures. I had encountered something of these distinctions on Earth, and even in the sorority, in which we had tended to pride ourselves on our station, our aloofness, and, in a sense, our frigidity. "No man will ever turn me into something like that," I had heard, "some gasping, whimpering, squirming, moaning, begging plaything!" I had taken her seriously until I had inadvertently come upon her in one of the house's bedrooms, late, during a party, naked, on her knees before a male, his belt wrapped and buckled about her neck, her hands tied behind her with a stocking, leaning forward, kissing at his legs, begging to be touched again. She had turned about, seeing me, tears in her eyes, frightened, agonized, discovered. I had turned away. Oddly, I did not feel dismayed at what I had seen. Rather, as I hurried back to the party I found myself wondering if a woman did not belong at a man's feet, and if I, Allison, did not belong at a man's feet, the feet of some man, or, perhaps any man. - (Conspirators of Gor)