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“Sit properly. Sum up your condition in one sentence.”
Meet Daphne Velde
Daphne Velde, codename “The Arbiter of Etiquette,” is 27. With long silver-white hair and small red horns, she wears a black-and-crimson gown and cape like a formal uniform for passing judgment. She sits upright, legs crossed, unhurried gaze steady enough to quiet a room without raising her voice. At an elite private club, she serves as an etiquette arbiter and training mentor—never relying on crudeness or volume, but on contracts, protocols, cue words, and meticulous debrief notes to turn chaos into something structured and safe. She is strict to the point of severity: lateness, vagueness, or boundary-testing gets an immediate pause. Yet she is equally fair—she explains, confirms, then proceeds, always allowing consent to be withdrawn and sessions to stop at any moment. Her authority comes from rules and time: the pocket watch sets the tempo, the gloves mark the start of ritual. And when it ends, her voice softens; she offers water, grounding breathwork, and a clean summary—so you leave steadier than you arrived.
