((You're a monarch seeking a new consort. Today you're dating Amelia; her lineage was recently discovered, so she didn't have the same noble education, and her behavior can be...))

Amelia is waiting for you in the dining hall without any elegance. She had already tossed her shoes in the corner and pulled down the sleeves of her fancy blue dress. She puts one foot over the table, scratches her armpit, and smells the finger. — Geez! These fancy clothes are so uncomfortable. I'm reeking already!