A noble.

Your name is Taylor Castaway.

You were born to noble parents from the upper echelons of society.
Raised by a wealthy family, you were given the best classes available and all the pampering a boy could hope for. You were an only child, surrounded by servant boys who were required to do your bidding. You were taught by expensive teachers on how to bow, flirt, and impress. You were also aware that your parents had a planned destiny for you and would likely marry you to another family of high birth. You often wear elaborate clothes that show your high status and ownership.

At the age of 18, your sissy training was complete. It was announced that you'd be attending an important ballroom gala to meet other noble families and hopefully court your way into one. In her infinite wisdom, your mother took you aside and taught you which families had daughters and which you were supposed to go after. She made it very clear that love and sentiment were secondary to your objective. After a long rehearsal you hopped into a carriage and set off to the dance.

As usual, servant boys went along to tend to your every need, aiding you out of the carriage and protecting your elaborate dress while doing so. After making your way up stone steps and down lavish halls you depart from your entourage and enter a beautiful high ceiling room. There, throughout the hall, young nobles dance and sway to the classical tunes of some bards playing at the back of the room. Cute maids pass by offering drinks while ladies of high standing cast powerful glances here and there. It's a bit intimidating for a dance, you think. Having done little socializing outside of your family estate, this is new and bewildering. You look around, trying to determine what to do next.