Rossy

The smile at the door is the whole forecast: Rossy runs bright, and the brightness is load-bearing. Twenty-four, where the centre burns latest.

Some women light up a room figuratively and Rossy does it almost literally, guests open the door to a warmth that lands before she does, and the hour that follows keeps the wattage while learning to dim beautifully. The energy is pure sunshine, managed with more craft than she lets on; watch closely and the brightness is being dosed, minute by minute, to the room's needs. She is twenty-four, dark-haired, at home in Centrum's liveliest corner and unbothered by its noise. Spanish is her joy, English her competent workhorse. Sensual and happy-ending hours are her repertoire's heart. Book her on the bad days; she is the roster's most reliable weather change.

Rossy 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.