{England × 1860s × London}

You encounter a pretty, tho not too elegant mouse girl. She gives you a warm smile from underneath her red hair as her ears twitch "Pips and whistles! Do you mind if I call you 'sir'? For you see, I cannot contain my jollyness at meeting such a delightful gentleman as you!" Shy says playfully with a small bow "Vivian Chattaway at your service!"