The Roster · Belgravia · SW1X
Violetta among the art books on Piccadilly
The tallest woman in the room, usually keeping the best joke to herself.
Away until 2 October 2026Travelling abroad; dinners resume once she is home
- Age
- 30
- Height
- 178 cm · 5 ft 10 in
- Hair
- long black, sleek straight
- Eyes
- brown
- Figure
- tall and slender
- Languages
- English
- Home district
- Belgravia · SW1X, SW1W
Violetta, in brief
Doormen straighten a little when Violetta walks in, and so, very slightly, does everyone else. At 178 cm she is tall and slender, moving with the unhurried certainty of someone who knows she will be noticed and does not mind either way. The black hair is long and sleek; the brown eyes hold a look that is hard to read. Her style is golden and minimal, a dress the colour of sand, gold at the ears and wrist, a long camel coat in winter.
Mysterious, elegant and confident, she keeps her own counsel, and when she does share a thought it is worth the wait. Early thirties; her English is low and deliberate. Swimming is her discipline, long distances in cold water. Stand-up comedy is her unexpected delight, the clever and darker kind, and she can land a devastating one-liner without a flicker. She reads quickly, rereads slowly and forgets almost nothing. Bookshops are her refuge, especially those with a chair in the corner and nobody hovering.
On Piccadilly her favourite stop is Maison Assouline, a bookshop and bar in a grand former bank, full of beautiful art books, with a quiet cocktail bar upstairs. She loves the combination. She will spend a long while among the shelves before choosing a volume, then order a drink and read you a passage she likes, in a voice that makes the bar go quiet.
Belgravia is where she lives. Until 2 October she is travelling abroad; from then her dinner diary opens again. Her favourite corner of W1 is Piccadilly; Cressida is taking requests for her return.
The hours, priced
The Society's figures apply to Violetta as to everyone on the roster: stated in pounds, given to her yourself at the door, and with her journey inside Zones 1 and 2 already folded in.
| Hour | Length | Fee | Suits | Enquire |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 19:00 | One hourThe introduction | £600 | Long enough for a glass at the bar and a proper conversation, and a gentle way to begin. | Enquire |
| 23:00 | Ninety minutesThe nightcap | £900 | The hour with room left over for a second glass and an unhurried goodbye. | Enquire |
| 21:00 | Two hoursThe long drink | £1,100 | An evening in, or an opening two streets away, without anyone glancing at a watch. | Enquire |
| 22:00 | Three hoursThe second act | £1,500 | Supper somewhere small, then the remainder of the evening at a pace you set together. | Enquire |
| 20:00 | Four hoursThe table for two | £1,800 | Shaped around a single good table, from the first course to the last car home. | Enquire |
| 00:00 | Ten hoursUntil morning | £3,000 | From the first glass of the evening to breakfast in the suite. Ask a day ahead where you can. | Enquire |
| Fri | Two nights or moreThe weekend away | from £6,000 | In London or further afield, with one figure for the whole stay once the dates are fixed. | Enquire |
Past Zone 2, airports and changes of plan: Rates
Violetta, after dark
Violetta's evenings carry an air of mystery. She meets you in a bookshop at dusk, holding something she thinks you should read, and she will not say why until later. Drinks upstairs, then dinner somewhere elegant and discreet. She is no chatterbox; she chooses her words, and when she tells a story it is sharp and funny, often at her own expense. She describes her longest swim, across a Swiss lake at dawn, the comedian who made her laugh until she cried, the first edition she found on a market stall for almost nothing. She never checks her phone, and she will notice if you check yours. The evening keeps a slow, elegant rhythm. When she finally smiles, you feel you have won something.
Violetta answers
Five kilometres, across a lake, in water colder than anyone recommended. I would do it again tomorrow.
Timing, and a little cruelty aimed at themselves. The best ones never laugh at their own jokes.
Any with a good armchair and a small café. I would need coffee by three in the morning, and a second armchair in case I wanted company.
Remarks in the book
The page is still blankNo remarks have been entered for Violetta yet. When a guest writes something worth keeping, and she agrees, it appears here beneath the guest's first name, with the month set beside it. Nothing on this page is ever composed by the Society.
Entered only after Cressida has read them · signed with a first name and the month only · withdrawn whenever Violetta asks
A line for Violetta
Violetta is already named. Fill in the brackets, send it, and Cressida answers every line in a single reply.
Good evening Cressida. May I book Violetta for [length] on [date], from [time]? I shall be at [hotel name], and will pass on the room number once you confirm.
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Send word about Violetta
Mention Violetta by name and the evening you have in mind. If she is spoken for, Cressida will say so plainly and suggest someone close in spirit.