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"Twenty, twenty, yes, twenty- five," called the auctioneer. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 4, Sentence #226)

Intelligence is a major criterion in terms of which we select slaves. Who would wish a stupid slave? The intelligent slave learns her master's language quickly, learns swiftly how to please him, and perfectly, in all ways, and, being intelligent, is more likely to be in tune with her basic femaleness, and its profound needs. She is the first to lick and kiss the chains which bind her. "Twenty, twenty, yes, twenty- five," called the auctioneer. "Thirty, thirty?" Not unexpectedly the slave was red-silk. Sometimes white - silkers cost more, though for no reason that seems clear. Who cares about such things in the case of a slave? Is the virginity of a tarsk or verr of interest? Who cares who is first to open them? Then casually, unexpectedly, the auctioneer, behind the slave, his left hand in her hair, holding her head back a bit, gently, but firmly, with the blades of the coiled whip, subjected her to the "slaver's caress. - (Smugglers of Gor)