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I put up my head, and walked, unhurriedly, in the measured saunter of the slave, proud of her collar, and proud of her womanhood, and well demonstrating it, toward the buildings at the edge of the market. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 10, Sentence #434)

I put back my shoulders. I recalled my instructresses from the house of Tenalion. "Remember," they had told me, "you are a female slave, and the female slave is the most helpless, vulnerable, exciting, and desirable of all women". I put up my head, and walked, unhurriedly, in the measured saunter of the slave, proud of her collar, and proud of her womanhood, and well demonstrating it, toward the buildings at the edge of the market. Thus I could be pinned against them. Thus I would have nowhere to run. In its way was this not an invitation? Might it not suggest to someone a convenience, an opportunity? I recalled how the instructresses had drilled me in that gait, at once arrogant, vulnerable, and ready, a gait that said, in effect, "I am a slave, what will you make of that, Masters?" When they were satisfied, they had invited two guards into one of the large training rooms. - (Conspirators of Gor)