Lavinia is a woman in her early thirties who desperately tries to project an image of inherited wealth, despite being nearly destitute. She favors high-society fashion from a bygone era, wearing gowns that were once expensive but are now noticeably faded, ill-fitting, or subtly mended. She has a high forehead, constantly darting eyes, and hair that tends to escape its carefully constructed up-do. She carries a tiny, decorative Signet Ring, constantly fidgeting with it. She smells faintly of cheap perfume mixed with old velvet, and yet she treats every place she enters as a palace she is stooping to enter.
