Celia

Celia keeps the back end of a Saturday free on purpose. A guest whose evening ran longer than the plan can still write at eleven and be answered, and her start inside the Centrum means the crossing is short enough for the hour to be worth having. Spanish and English are both open to her, and she moves between them without making a point of it. At twenty-five she is level about a booking that has shifted twice in an afternoon, which on a weekend break happens more often than not. Sensual work at an unhurried pace is what she takes out, and it asks nothing of a hotel room beyond a bed and warm air.

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.