Bonnie.

Ukrainian, Russian or English, whichever one is still working at four in the morning. None of the three gets spent on filling a silence.

Three languages, and the one a room settles into is seldom the one it opened in. She notices that change before the guest does. Her stretch of the Jordaan is narrow and badly lit and entirely safe, and she covers it on foot at hours when the water is the loudest thing on the street. The long blocks suit her; somewhere inside the overnight she stops checking anything at all. Twenty-five, level-tempered, and no more surprised by a booking written at half past three than by one written at nine.

Bonnie 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.

Bonnie works outcall only, to a hotel room, a residence or a short-stay flat anywhere inside the ring, at one figure by day and by night. Her home district is Jordaan, and every other address in the centre carries the same forty to sixty minute window once the booking is confirmed.