Britanny

Britanny knows the museum crowd by its walk: slow, stiff at the hips, a coat over one arm by four in the afternoon. She works from Oud-Zuid and is often among the nearer therapists for a room on the Vondelpark side of town. Warm erotic oil is her usual answer to a gallery day, a long unhurried format that begins at the feet if the guest asks for it. She speaks French and English and moves between them as easily as her guest does. At twenty-eight she prefers ninety minutes to sixty and says so plainly when asked.

Britanny 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.