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So Belle Delphine is in the middle of making a video. It's her normal attention craving video with her fucking about with flesh and glitter, until I come in wearing a tuxedo and yank her by the collar. I remind her that it's time for her lessons and so i slam her into her room and tell her to get changed. She comes out with her natural ligt brown hair, modest make up and a tidy gown for dancing. She is reluctent but knows what will happen if she resists. We go back to the dining room where a tea-set is ready. She begins prepping and I ask her questions regarding being a more upstanding Englishwoman. I ask her the difference between an Assam blend and a Lapsang Souchong. In what year was Her majesty corenated. I ask her to speak French, and any answer other than "I do not sully my tongue with such vulgarity" results in punishment.
Halfway through our etiquette lesson of the day, she asks if we can go back to a dancing lesson. Odd of her to request more training, but I see no harm in it.
We retired to the living room and play her favourite of our training songs, Moonlight Serenade. She is slow and not a great follower of more complex movements, but it is nice to see her putting in effort for once. She keeps getting distracted and resting her head against my chest with her eyes closed. I think she may need more training.
what was the question again?
