Courtney

Courtney took to Amsterdam's nights like a convert, the enthusiasm intact but retuned into the craft of a single hour. Twenty-three, blonde, centre-based.

Some arrivals never stop treating this city as an adventure, and Courtney wears the type well: three years in, still delighted, but with the delight disciplined into something a guest can actually feel. Her sessions have an unmistakable current of enthusiasm running under the technique, she is pleased to be exactly here, doing exactly this, and the room catches it. She is twenty-three, English-only and articulate with it, quartered in Centrum among the canals she still photographs. Oil and happy-ending hours are her confident core. The energy never tips into hurry; she has learned the local speed. What guests rebook is the atmosphere: an hour with someone visibly glad to be in it.

Courtney 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.