Marina

Plenty of runners book an extra night after the October marathon, and the Monday becomes a slow day of stiff stairs and late breakfasts. Marina counts it among her calmer dates, with the streets of Oud-Zuid back to normal and no barriers between her and a guest. She speaks English and has a warm, dry humour that suits a runner comparing his finishing time with his hopes. A long erotic oil session or a sensual one is what she brings, and she agrees the pace with the guest rather than imposing one. At twenty-eight she is clear about her limits and never vague about the hour. Marathon weekend is busy but not a peak date, and the Monday after it is quieter still, so a returning guest writing to her that morning for an hour or two at a city address pays the full fee at the door. Oud-Zuid puts her near the hotels around the Olympic Stadium and the museums, and she reaches the rest of the centre in forty to sixty minutes.

Marina 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.