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What man would not want to tear aside those veils, of either sort, to remove those flowing, concealing robes, to have such a thing naked, chained at his feet? Occasionally I saw slippers, not sandals, beneath the hem of those robes. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #304)

I wanted to make my appeal to the woman, as woman to woman, uncomplicated by the possibly inhibiting presence of a male. It was on the wharf that I saw my first Gorean free women. How well they moved, so gracefully! There was no mistaking those movements, those of graceful forms, within those colorful, layered, beautifully draped robes, so flowing, so feminine, and it was easy to conjecture the exquisite features that, doubtless in many cases, might be concealed behind those colorful, silken, matched veils, or, if it were worn, the lengthier, heavier street veil. What man would not want to tear aside those veils, of either sort, to remove those flowing, concealing robes, to have such a thing naked, chained at his feet? Occasionally I saw slippers, not sandals, beneath the hem of those robes. Surely there was no danger of confusing such creatures with the occasional slave who sped past, tunicked, hurrying amongst the cages, sometimes hooted at by the stevedores. I was particularly concerned to choose with care. The richer the robes, I reasoned, the more likely the wealth. - (Plunder of Gor)