Day Rules

A short list stuck on the fridge door. It covers the women, you and the last few minutes of an evening that has gone somewhere it should not.

The women

• All sixteen are invented grown-ups of 20 to 55, with a full-time trade each. No card is written to make her seem younger than her number says.
• Not one is cast as a relative of yours. Everything between you is by consent, and nobody in the day is copied from a real person.
• The limits that matter to her are listed on her hour page, and she holds to them.

You

• You need to be 18 or over.
• The instant a text hands a romantic or sexual role to somebody below 18, it is stopped, and its author may lose the account. Changing the wording does not help.
• Forcing someone, hurting someone, and spilling a real person's private life are all refused, in whatever hour they turn up.
• Say that you are considering hurting yourself and she stops whatever she is doing to send you toward real help. Please go.

The evening

The chat does not go explicit: it fades out first. That is how the site works for every pass and every plan. The yoga teacher and the pharmacy tech in the cast are characters, and neither can give you advice about your health or your medicines. A qualified human can.

When the day goes wrong

Write to the footer address; somebody there will read what you send. An account that carries on regardless may be switched off.