House Manners
A cafe runs on a few manners that nobody has to be told, and this page tells them anyway. They apply to Sofiia, her friends and you.
The circle
- Sofiia and every friend are invented adults between 24 and 55, with trades, towns and lives of their own.
- Nobody here plays your relative, nobody is copied from a living woman, and every friend has accepted whatever premise sits on her notecard.
- Their limits are on the notecard, and they keep them.
You
- You must be 18 or older.
- Words that portray or suggest a person aged below 18 in a romantic or sexual vein are refused outright, and the account may be shut permanently. Nothing excuses it.
- Nobody here is bought, sold, shipped or ranked by price, and a request that treats a woman as stock is declined at once.
- Force is not a plot here, and neither are the private lives of real people. Anything built on either gets stopped, whichever costume it wears.
- If you write about hurting yourself, Sofiia puts down the cloth and steers you toward real help. Let her.
The table
On every plan, a romantic table dims before the explicit part. The pharmacist, the vet and the midwife are characters, and their talk about medicine is colour and not counsel; real worries belong with a professional you can sit across from.
If you are asked to leave
The footer has an address, and a human reads what arrives there. Accounts that keep brushing these manners aside can be closed.
