The semen-soaked breakfast

{if noble semen eating > 0}You spear a piece of semen-coated bread with your fork, and with a shaking hand, guide it in between your lips. You cringe as you **** yourself to munch away at the salty morsel, trying to hide just how unpleasant you find the taste. You finally bring yourself to swallow it down, doing your best not to retch as you do.

You feel deep shame at eating food soaked with huge amounts of semen from a man you've never even met.

-3% Self Respect
+2% Deviance
-5% Dimension Satisfaction

Well, at least you've got something in your stomach now.

+10% Endurance

{if noble semen eating == 1}However, after that first mouthful, you can't bring yourself to do another one.{else}The semen is definitely making the meal taste worse, not better, but you find that you can actually stomach it. And so, in order to try and make a good first impression, as well as build up your energy reserves for whatever else today might bring, you move onto another bite, and then another, and then another, until eventually, all the food, and cum, is in your belly.

I can't believe I just did that...

+3% Deviance
+40% Endurance

Your father, who has been watching you this whole time, then points to the glass.

"Now your drink." He instructs calmly.

You look at the drinking vessel, full to nearly the brim with thick nut butter. Your stomach curdles, and you feel a little sick at the thought. You have to shake your head.{endif}{else}You look at the meal and feel nothing but nausea.{endif}

"I'm sorry, I can't." You croak, your throat feeling dry.

Your father stands up abruptly.

"Enough. Francesca needs to learn how to behave like a noble lady, and she needs to learn now. The prince himself will be visiting tonight, of course, and he will not look kindly upon our house if our daughter is anything but perfectly behaved. If you must talk to her alone, Marisa, do it now. I am going to go find Selene, for my morning sress relief, and when I return, I expect her {if noble semen eating == 2}glass to be empty{else}plate to be cleared{endif}."

"Yes, my love." Marisa responds quietly.

Alfonso walks out of the hall, purposefully, head held high.

Your mother sighs again, a little dejectedly, and then gives you an awkward but kind smile.

"Francesca, dear, you must listen to your father. I know you've been apart from us for many years, but he is still your father, and the Lord Hargrove himself. To disobey him is to dishonor him. He will not hesitate to arrange for you to be punished, if you cause him significant grief. Now, having said that, I remember when I returned from The Abbey, all those years ago, and learned the truth of why we keep our children completely separate from society until they come of age. It was a real shock for me to learn that all the rumors were true, and I expect that you are going through something similar. So perhaps let's start by... Well, why don't you tell me what you have heard, and I'll let you know if it's accurate?"

"I know nothing! I haven't heard anything!" You declare truthfully, with such forceful passion that Marisa raises her eyebrows with surprise.

"Okay, well, I doubt that's true, unless the Sisters have become even more tight-lipped than since I was there, but fine I'll humor you. There are certain qualities that separate noblewomen from the commoners. Do you know what they are?"

"No." Again, you answer truthfully.

Marisa looks a bit frustrated, as if she was expecting to not have to spell things out, and is now rather uncomfortable, in finding out that she might have to.

"Okay, look. You are my true flesh and blood. And as such, just like my mother, and her mother before her, and her mother before her, you will find that your body and mind react in certain ways, when you see certain... things. Now it didn't happen with your own father, because as I already said, we are a civilized breed. But with anyone else, it'll be very different."

She looks like she's about to begin to say something else, but then decides against it.

"I know just what to do. I was going to decline Sandra's invite, but I think that in fact, I should go. And bring a plus one. Instead of trying to explain with words, I can just show you. Until then..."

She glances to the left and the right to confirm that you are alone in the hall, and then swaps her empty {if noble semen eating == 2}glass with your full one, and then quickly drinks it all down{else}plates with your full ones, and begins to eat your food for you. She gives you a friendly wink as she consumes even more semen-saturated salad{endif}.

"...This can be our little secret."