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If one were truly beautiful, might she not be seized and collared? What man, honestly, does not want a beautiful woman at his feet, in his collar? And, from the woman's point of view, how exciting to belong to a man, and be his rightless, helpless slave! "Delineate, girl," said the Lady Delia, "your master's interests". - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 40, Sentence #57)

"Well," she said, "I am a free woman". "And surely amongst the fairest of such," I said. Free women commonly regard themselves as far more beautiful than slaves, but, if that is the case, I wondered, why are they not all in collars? Perhaps men did not want them that much. If one were truly beautiful, might she not be seized and collared? What man, honestly, does not want a beautiful woman at his feet, in his collar? And, from the woman's point of view, how exciting to belong to a man, and be his rightless, helpless slave! "Delineate, girl," said the Lady Delia, "your master's interests". "Is Master," I said, to he whom I took to be Epicrates, "Master Epicrates, Master Potter of Ar?" "That is he," said Lady Delia. "Look at my shop," he said. "Does it appear to be the shop of a master potter? Where is the yard, the dozen ovens, the jars of pigments and glazes, the slaves and apprentices at their wheels?" "He will not trust work to menials," said Lady Delia. - (Plunder of Gor)