Luna, companion in Bath Road

Red is a strong word for her hair, which is really a dark auburn that only shows its colour under a decent lamp. Luna is 171 cm and curvy, brown eyed, and she carries herself like a woman who has never once worried about being looked at in a lobby. Early twenties. Mayfair is her postcode, though she has spent enough nights on the northern perimeter to have views on which buildings put their lifts in sensible places.

Her manner is warm and slightly mischievous. She teases early, which relaxes most people faster than politeness does, and she is entirely without side. She works in English and has an ear for accents, which is useful in a hotel where the person on reception, the person in the bar and the person in the lift are from three different continents. She enjoys that about this part of London and says so.

The very large one on the Bath Road is her regular. It absorbs people, and the bar is still serving when the rest of the strip has gone quiet. Ten minutes from the central terminals, about fifteen from Terminal 5 depending on the perimeter road. She likes the size of it: nobody looks at anybody, the corridors are long, and a late arrival attracts no attention whatsoever.

The full hotel row is mapped on Bath Road. Send the desk the building, the night, and the hour you want her in the lobby, and keep the room number until you are upstairs. Rates shows the durations that work best out here.

She is best after ten, when the strip changes character. The conference crowd has gone up, the crews have gone to bed, and the bars fill with people whose day has not finished yet. She likes walking into that and finding the one person who has been waiting since the flight landed and has finally relaxed.

From there it is unhurried. A drink downstairs if the room is not ready to be sat in, then upstairs, curtains closed, the last approaches still going over. She is funny and physical in the way that makes an evening feel easy rather than staged, and she has a firm rule about not letting a good conversation die just because it is getting late.