Celia

Celia starts from the old centre, close to the streets where a day of sightseeing tends to finish. She has a sharp eye for a guest who has done too much: shoes by the door, a map folded on the bed, a slow way of getting up from a chair. Four hands is something she enjoys, working beside a second therapist the guest has named, although most of her bookings are an unhurried hour of erotic oil. Spanish and English are both easy for her. At twenty-five she is warm, a little funny, and clear from the first minute about where her limits sit.

Celia 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.