Violetta, companion in Belgravia

About Violetta

Violetta enters a room at 178 cm, tall and slender, and she has long since stopped pretending that this goes unnoticed. Her black hair is sleek and dead straight and falls well past her shoulders; her eyes are brown and unhurried. She dresses in long, narrow lines, high necks, and a single strong colour at a time, and she is the only woman here who wears white in winter and makes it look like the obvious decision. Nothing is ever added at the last minute.

The manner is composed and rather grand in the first hour and considerably warmer afterwards. She speaks English carefully, with a formality that suits her. At thirty she has a settled sense of what she will and will not do with an evening, and she states it plainly at the beginning so that nobody has to guess. She likes music, architecture and long conversations about neither.

Belgravia is home and Amaya on Motcomb Street is her room: the open grill, the bright dining room, and a kitchen that works in front of you. She likes a table with a view of the fire and she eats more than her frame suggests. Afterwards she walks the short way up to Lowndes Square and around it, where the stucco is lit from below and the traffic has gone, and she will stop under the trees for a minute before anything else is decided.

What she keeps to in this quarter is written up under Belgravia, and what each length involves sits at rates. Your date, written to booking, goes into the diary when she returns.

• 178 cm, tall and slender, sleek black hair worn straight
• Brown eyes, and a composed, formal delivery
• Thirty; English, careful, and plain about what she wants
• Belgravia based, the whole evening within a few streets
• Open kitchens, bright rooms, Lowndes Square afterwards

Arranging her evening

Violetta is out of the diary for the moment and Delphine is taking dates from the middle of October. She keeps to one evening a night and prefers them arranged well in advance.

Her figures are the house figures, set out in full on the rates page, and the whole arrangement runs in one written exchange from the first line to the confirmation.

An evening with Violetta

The first hour is formal and she makes no apology for it, because she would rather begin properly than begin warmly and correct it later. Violetta says at the outset what the evening will be, which sounds businesslike and is in fact the most relaxing thing anybody does all week. After that nothing has to be negotiated.

She is very good company once the tone is set: funny about music, unexpectedly enthusiastic about buildings, and entirely uninterested in gossip. She eats well and takes her time. Afterwards Lowndes Square at eleven, lit from below and empty, is her habit, and she walks it once round without saying much. What happens at the end of the circuit is your decision, taken without any pressure at all.