Greetings, gentlemen. Kindly look at your avatar. Now look at mine. Now look at yours again. Now look at mine once again.
Unfortunately, your avatar is not mine. But if your avatar had facial hair and a top hat, it could almost be as gentlemanly as mine.
Look down. Back up. Where are you? You are in the streets of London, with the gentlemanly avatar your avatar could be like.
What is that in your hand? Observe, for I have liberated it from your possession. It is a gold pocket watch with two tickets to that orchestra you like.
Anything is possible when your avatar is a true gentleman.
I am in a horse-drawn carriage.