You decided to take in how life worked as Miz'ri and maybe even how things worked. The first thing was you felt that you could go on auto-pilot as Miz'ri. You knew your own schedule, and felt like you knew what to do and say if plans changed. You decided to just do this and see how things worked.
First you changed into a fancy white cloth which really was nothing but two strips of cloth that barely covered your breasts and a loincloth to cover your vagina, and nothing underneath, which would be easy for anyone to see. You also changed into matching white, ballet-style heels. Despite the extremely sharp angle, you felt completely comfortable and confident in walking in them, down to the sexy and confident walk you did while testing. Along with your current accessories, you really did look like royalty, or at least very rich nobility.
Although your white hair looked stylish just by itself, you also made the conscious choice to put it into a fancy braid. Suddenly a "prompt" like a video game appeared in front of you asking if you wanted to braid your hair manually, skip the manual sequence, or call in a servant to help you. You wondered how "gamey" the world would really be, but spending the day as Miz'ri would help figure this out as well. You decided to go with the "Servant Help" choice, and you felt a strong compulsion to call one in and did so.
"Attend to me!" You said the full haughtiness of your station as a Baroness and Dark Elf. And not too loudly, you know outside you bed room there was one ready at all times.
In walked a generally hot Dark Elf Woman, in a outfit that looked like a cross between a leather fetish and maid outfit, and generally nice curves all around. You sat in a chair and directed her to braid your hair, and she started the process dutifully. Up came a prompt to make conversation with the Servant, and you decided to take an automated option. You saw options to ask her about rumors and asking her who she was, which she answered as a non-issue like some RPG non-player character. Soon you exhausted all the options, and ended the conversation with you very fancy hair braid conveniently done at the same time.
The servant asked if you needed anything else, and more prompts came up, including one for sex, but you decided to send her away and get more into experiencing your new life. Well...more and more details of your life as thousand years long life came to you as a GILF Dark Elf, but it felt new for now.
You weren't a queen, but you definitely have an opulent life. You have a mansion for one, matching in-style with the rock and generally evil looking architecture of an underground town. There are guards and servants, all looking generally attractive for both genders of the dark elf race, with both armor and clothes to match. Even if they seemed like perverted characters from a fantasy game, you were pretty sure many of the designs could lead to an adult rating, down to transparent clothing or open nudity in some cases. At certain points you even touched yourself getting turned on by the whole thing. There was enough of your original self to freeze when you realized you were first doing it, but a combination of your Baroness confidence and the open sexuality of Dark Elves kept you going, if keeping it subtle.
As before, you knew your schedule and duties and decided to attend to them. You held court for some items, talking with the denizens and some important figures of your trading post. You tested using prompts with some of them, and fully just having "manual" conversation with them, which was much more natural. Thankfully your experience as Miz'ri more than helped with handling the manual conversations, but you also made some "you" choices when it felt safe to do so. As easy at things seemed to be at the moment, you didn't want to take any drastic actions just in case.
You had food, you checked the outside grounds of your manor, you even went out into areas of the trading post, but you made sure to bring two guards with you. The trading post was more like a large village, if not a small city. The real political plays were made elsewhere, but thanks to its location and your wise leadership, it was an important place for the purposes of trade and not a backwater outpost. As before, everything was easy to handle. You weren't sure how you do in combat other than enough to avoid past assignation attempts, but you felt you could talk and possibly even fuck your way through many things when it came down to it. There were so many prompts involving sex, especially in the case of gaining favor. You haven't taken any of them yet, but as the day neared it end, you were highly entertaining the ideas. You were also glad that, especially when just doing things "manually", the denizens of your trading post seemed to have normal lives and thoughts, if a little robotic at times.
You soon found yourself back home and took in how the day went while looking in the mirror. You Are Baroness Miz'ri Ashsaaria, a 1500+ year old Dark Elf GILF with looks to match and huge tits. You found out that your new world could be very gamey, but at the same time very organic and real as your old one for the most part. You haven't dealt with your children yet, but you felt like you could easily handle them just like everything else you encountered today. You could be the sexy bitch you appeared to be, including with the angry look in the mirror you had in the mirror right now, and switching to a silly one with your tongue to prove you could be "yourself" if you wanted to.
Now, what to do next...