Harper

Harper notices everything, the book by your bed, the watch you took off, the shoulder you favour, and builds the hour from it. Twenty-seven, of De Pijp.

She reads before bookings and reads after them, and in between she reads guests with the same absorbed attention. Nothing about Harper's observation is intrusive; it simply means the session that follows is annotated to you, pressure adjusted before you asked, silence offered before you knew you wanted it, the lamp dimmed at the minute you would have chosen yourself. She is twenty-seven, dark-haired, and keeps a flat in De Pijp stacked with paperbacks she lends and rarely recovers. Her erotic oil and sensual hours are her core repertoire. English is her only language, used sparingly and well. Guests describe the odd sensation of being understood slightly ahead of schedule.

Harper 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.