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I had always regarded Paula, sweet, understanding, kindly, shy, unadorned Paula, plain Paula, with her books, and such, as far inferior to myself. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 52, Sentence #32)

Indeed, in a way, I had a matter to settle with him, as he had once made a fool of me, when he had donned the disguise of a male slave, and tricked me into revealing the domicile of my master. How could I forget that? How could I forgive that? I was still angry. Though I had no doubt I would writhe helplessly in his arms, as might any slave, the matter had had little, if anything, to do with him, and a great deal, indeed, everything, to do with Paula. I had always regarded Paula, sweet, understanding, kindly, shy, unadorned Paula, plain Paula, with her books, and such, as far inferior to myself. Yet, on this world, incredibly enough, many men seemed to regard her as being more beautiful and desirable than I, even far more so. How they praised her, and stood back, marveling, their eyes alit with desire. How could this be? Was I not a thousand times more interesting and attractive than Paula? Surely there was no comparison. - (Plunder of Gor)