James Jordanson - AtC: Overstepping

A few days later found me alone in the guest quarters which, after the conversation we'd just had, admittedly felt somewhat more confining than welcoming. Still, it was a familiar scenery at this point and relatively private, so I figured I'd take some time to myself to sort my thoughts before the royalty I'd entangled myself with returned from their current business. Thus, comfortable as the bed is, I pry myself from the covers and navigate my way over to the desk to think.

Of course, because the universe seems to enjoy taunting me that didn't remain the case for long as a polite knock on the door - followed by an unapologetic 'Excuse me' - saw a woman I don't know entering the room unprompted. Much as I was warned, I didn't expect this level of boldness, geeze.

"Her highness will likely be back within the hour, you know." I say, before the woman has a chance to speak.

She poorly a suppresses a full-body twitch at something in my statement, the genial smile plastered on her face straining just slightly. Well, no points for guessing which side of the fence she's on. Casually, I slip my hands into my pockets as she glides over to the bed like some kind of stepford sock-puppet, her dress barely ruffled by her steps. "Ahem," She starts, pretending to have something caught in her throat, "...in actuality, her majesties will be occupied for several hours. Given your demonstrable desire for the... company of women," Another twitch, "I was asked to keep you company while you wait." She gives a slight curtsy and dips her head, "Lilian, of House Paran,"

My brow rises as the woman straightens and glances unsubtly around the room before clasping her hands behind her, "I believe your grace," - since when? - "seems to be in the mood for more reflective and intellectually enriching discourse than the usual, as of late, and so as a proper noblewoman I believe I may be capable of providing you with an appropriately educated opinion."

To her credit, she's actually got a pretty good poker face, but something about this woman's tone is rubbing me the wrong way. Alright then. I could be imagining things but... let's test her patience: "So you're not here to try and get me to drop my pants and give both your lips a taste of 'real man cock' like the rest of your peers?"

That one earns me a much more poorly suppressed full body twitch and grimace, "I understand that my peers may have given a certain impression, but there is more to courtship than carnality," Lilian says, surprisingly diplomatically for someone giving the vibes of a romance-game's villainess, but the scorn in her voice is barely concealed, "surely, as a man from a good and sane country, you are aware of this? Despite the ongoing evaporation of decorum and propriety this country is undergoing, I and my family retain actual standards and are not keen to simply... rut ourselves upon the first male appendage to make itself available, like the numerous disgraceful broodmares calling themselves 'women' these days."

She takes a calming breath, even as I process the landmine of judgementality and insult that just exploded in my face, "Of course, it is perfectly understandable that this country's lack of governance and slide into depravity has colored your impression of its nobility: Please be aware that I am a fully-classed noblewoman. I am here that we might st about steering this country away from its ruination, rather than allow the growing count of low-class 'sluts,' 'whores,' and similar general harlotry continue steering it toward its doom."

Is she going to let me get a word in edgewise, or just keep preaching? Oh, no. No, she's still preaching. Stateliness this, firm and strict governance that, I'm not quite so dim as to miss the way she's trying to sell herself by hypeing herself up as some kind of hyper-capable administrator while straight-up slandering and dehumanizing everyone else she can name. It would be hard to: She's gone on for half an hour now and I'm almost starting to fall asleep. Where are the serving staff: Wouldn't someone have checked in by now?

Whatever. I've had enough: This bitch couldn't find the soul of her wits if I put them in front of her on a platter. An empty platter.

"Miss-" I start, only for Lilian to immediately correct me with a gentle shake of her head,

"Lady," she says, completely failing to read my intent.

I give her a bland stare, my hand grasping my phone in my pocket, "Lilian Paran," I say instead, dropping the honorific entirely, "I need to correct some misconceptions you have apparently come to harbor. First: I can certainly appreciate a woman of keen intellect and social grace," which you most certainly aren't, given the smug superiority on your face, "second: you really didn't do your homework about my studies, did you? And third!" I say, interrupting whatever flattery Lilian was about to spew, with a raised phone and a depressed thumb opening the screen, "...you think you're going to stand here talking shit about not just the good women just doing their jobs in this castle, but the mothers of my children for half an hour... without any consequence?"

There's no time for any epiphany to strike before the camera is on her face, and the prompt below it. That smug smirk isn't even phased, and look at these descriptors! What a piece of work... Whatever.

Where to start...

(noblewoman, direct angle, austere blonde hair, stuck-up and arrogant, slender elegant build, wry and callous grin, standing straight, arms crossed, ostentatious and wealthy apparel, posh castle bedroom)
[Tracker: 100% Baseline Lilian]

[AN: In this branch, I have figured out weights and decided to play around with them. I won't allow users to weight the image, but the longer a changed phrase remains in the prompt, the higher I will set its weight, raising it in increments of 0.1. For others interested in playing around with this character and generating without doing that perhaps, Lilian's full baseline Prompt with seed will be included in the reference notes (here).]