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How important clothing is to a woman! How much her sense of self, her sense of importance, of worth, of status, of what she is, depends on her garmenture! But we were naked now, stark naked, save for the tunics of slaves. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 6, Sentence #481)

The clothing of free women was gone, and, in its place, was the brief, humiliating, degrading garb of slaves. And, too, that clothing represented a tie with our old world. Might one not have hoped to don it again, and return to our familiar reality? Was not such a hope real as long as it lay there, even outside our bars? But then it was gone! We had nothing to wear now save what we had been given. How important clothing is to a woman! How much her sense of self, her sense of importance, of worth, of status, of what she is, depends on her garmenture! But we were naked now, stark naked, save for the tunics of slaves. How our clothing expresses us, and how we understand ourselves in its terms, and now we had not chosen our clothing, but others had done so. What would this new clothing do to us? How, in the tunic of a slave, can one be other than a slave? Do we not become congruent with our clothing? Do we not fit ourselves to our clothing? Do we not learn our self-image from our clothing? Do we not think of ourselves in terms of our clothing? Do we not become one with it? And now we found ourselves in the clothing of slaves! And I tried, wildly, to force a thought from my mind, persistent and intrusive. I was not displeased to be in the garb of a slave! "No, no!" I thought. - (Plunder of Gor)