That feeling when you're talking with an acquaintance and you say something that just kills the conversation - dead as a week old fish - so you're left standing there in awkward misery. Or you've exhausted the possibilities of small talk but you aren't allowed to leave, and you know any second the other person is going to ask you something like "So how's your studies going?" or "What are you planning to do next?". Or that moment when you make eye contact with that person you knew from high school, and you see the moment they decide to acknowledge that connection. And all you can do is stand there in dawning horror, and wrack your brain for their name.

Nirai's nightmare is awkward social interactions, in any location. However their kingdom most closely resembles a function garden - the sort used for awkward business events and evening formals. The conversation is always lacking, and there's either too much or not enough alcohol in the punch.

Nirai themself appears to be a socialite, looking aloof, composed and haughty most of the time. However they are a terrible conversationalist, and five minutes spent in their presence reveals they are a painfully shy and awkward mess. They also have the unfortunate habit of saying the exact wrong thing (they could write a book on "How to kill a conversation in 10 words or less"). This means they absolutely adore extroverts - the kind of people who can carry an entire conversation themselves, and tell them everything they need to know without even asking. 

Nirai is also genderfluid. Sometimes they're agender, while other times she feels highly feminine, and wishes to be referred to as such.