Cora

Cora has summer ease in her manner, salt-water patience, the assumption that time is not running out. Twenty-four, moored happily in De Pijp.

Some long-ago summer taught Cora her tempo, and Amsterdam's grey has never managed to hurry it. Her sessions feel like the good part of a holiday: unhurried, sun-warmed somehow even in February, structured around the radical idea that nothing else is happening tonight. She is twenty-four, dark-haired, at home in De Pijp's easy evening streets, and strongest in the sensual and naked formats, where her unforced ease does half the work before her hands do the rest. Croatian is her private channel; her English is relaxed and complete. Book her when the week has been all sharp edges, she is the rounded coastline the week was missing.

Cora decides which bookings she takes and may decline any of them; she sets the limits for what a session includes, says what they are, and may end a visit at any point, as the terms set out.