Charlotte

In the margin

The handsome flats of Oud-Zuid go cold in a particular way, from the glass inwards, and a radiator switched on at the last minute will not undo it. Charlotte says so to every guest in a building like that, and she is right often enough that people stop arguing the point. Blonde, twenty-seven, dry about almost everything and never about the temperature of a room. English only, spent carefully, most of it on two questions at the door. Get the floor warm and the rest of the evening looks after itself.

Charlotte 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.