Havelock Vetinari

They had come out from Milliways in the same place as last time, but Havelock takes a different route entirely, this time, heading towards a more public area with a slowly more matching demeanor - one, that is, that's actually visible. By the time he pushes open the shop door, his stance and walk is practically arrogant, the walk of a man you don't dare ignore, and sure enough, an assistant flutters forward, dithers at the family name presented, summons a slightly older lady, and vanishes in subdued panic.

Evidently Roberta, Lady Meserole, has already left her mark on the staff of this establishment.

They are ushered through a cream coloured velvet curtain to something that more or less resembles a private lounge, where reclines Havelock's aunt, sipping champagne and chatting graciously with a person who resembles a duchess styled by one of the more upmarket Houses of Negotiable Affection.

"Ah, Havelock," says Madam brightly, waving an extravagantly bejeweled hand. "Not too late today, well done. And Master Robin, how lovely. Do come and have some champagne before we get started."