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I had picked up my things, in the small pack, at the inn of Tasdron, as I commonly did in the morning, in case I might wish them. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 8, Sentence #196)

Supposedly this is quite insulting to a free woman, and would result in cries of rage and protest, but, should this lamentable assessment come to her attention, she is likely, secretly, to be profoundly pleased. What woman would not wish to be "slave beautiful?" To be sure, given the robes of concealment, the veilings, and such, it is often difficult to know whether or not a free woman is "slave beautiful". This is a difficulty one seldom encounters with slaves, of course, given the garmenture in which men place them. I had picked up my things, in the small pack, at the inn of Tasdron, as I commonly did in the morning, in case I might wish them. One did not know when the long poles might thrust one ship or another from the wharves, the sail take the wind, or the low-banked oars enter the water, and rise again, shedding their sparkling showers in the early morning light. Sometimes it seems that the blades have lifted rainbows from the water. I saw nothing of much interest about. - (Smugglers of Gor)