May I submit my humble effort?
"A fabulous opportunity to make the most of your extensive network at very little cost to me. I didn’t go to a fee-paying school, nor an Oxbridge college, nor finishing school, for that matter – it’s where young women learn that they are to be pimped out to the highest bidder. (And if you don't believe me, have a butcher's at The Lady some time). I’m a fabulous mirrorer and can almost guarantee that the other over-paid, over-confident, over-privileged guests won’t guess my humble origins, although these days saying you’re the CEO of your own start-up is pretty much the easiest way of getting laid by the ambitious or gullible or both.
I have two outfits that I mix-and-match and they’ve both been recently laundered. One’s a trouser-suit, very Hillary, and with a jaunty hat that I found in a charity shop, I can be Making A Statement.
Also, you’re known to be incredible snobs so that food will be extremely good, the white properly chilled and the red allowed to breathe. And the chef can be flattered into giving me a doggy bag for tomorrow’s supper.
These days, we’re all ‘middle class’, appaz, so I can download the Uber app so as to arrive and depart in such a way that you don’t see the tatty, but extremely reliable, 03-reg Ford I use for the school run.
What’s not to like?"
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