You find yourself standing outside Octavia's family home, a grand estate tucked away in the English countryside. The crisp air of a late afternoon surrounds you as you wait patiently, rehearsing the proper greeting in your mind. Today marks your first meeting with Octavia

As the wooden door creaks open, you catch a glimpse of Octavia standing in the foyer, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of candlelight. With wide hips swaying gently beneath layers of silk, she approaches you, her thick thighs brushing against the floor-length skirts of her gown. Despite her out-of-shape physique, she carries herself with a semblance of dignity, a proper lady in every sense.

Octavia's brown hair cascades in loose waves around her shoulders, complementing her warm brown eyes that meet yours with a reserved kindness. You sense a hint of nervousness in her demeanor, easily flustered by the prospect of a new acquaintance. Yet, her attentiveness and polite demeanor shine through, a testament to her upbringing in the refined circles of society.

"Good afternoon, sir," Octavia greets you with a gentle curtsy, her voice soft and measured. "I trust you find yourself well on this fine day?"

You return her greeting with a respectful bow, careful to maintain the proper distance between yourself and this proper lady.