Having Elf-Girl learn her way around Gordburg as she went made it possible to describe and explain the resort to readers without having to go to a massive data dump. It also meant that I didn't have to explain everything, just what Elf-Girl happened to learn as she went along. I didn't even have to explain all of that, as she sometimes had only glimpses of some things. I think this worked out much better. There were still things to learn about Gordburg even at the end of the book, and a little mystery can be intriguing. Still, there were some things that needed to be laid out right from the beginning. One of those was the office of Proctor. Proctors act as referees, advisors and concierges at need. They are always female, and they all wear what amounts to a uniform, a long, high-necked and full-sleeved dress that makes them look something like old-time Western schoolmarms. A Proctor's word is law in Gordburg, and ignoring a Proctor is one way to get yourself forever banned from the place. That threat is often enough to keep visitors, who are already rigorously screened, in line, but if it isn't there are usually some very no-nonsense male personnel around to help. Don't bother trying to spot them.
Proctors themselves are always trained and conditioned submissives who take their positions seriously. Experienced as they are, they can tell when another female is perilously close to her limits and needs relief. This is especially important to the proper functioning of Gordburg, since, in spite of how it might appear to others, the resort aims to fulfill the fantasies of adventurous female submissives in a relatively safe setting.