The part of town Brooklyn calls home is the part people walk through after dinner, and she knows how long each of those walks really takes. She speaks English and nothing else, handy for a visitor worn out by a day of menus and signs in other languages. Her usual formats are erotic oil and body-to-body. She would rather the booking be confirmed once his route back is settled, so that the forty to sixty minutes line up with his own arrival. Her hair is dark and her manner is calm. A guest she has visited before, writing for an hour or two later the same day at an address in the city, sends nothing ahead and pays the whole fee when she arrives. Any other booking, such as one for another day or one that runs to three hours, goes back to half ahead. Erotic oil with her starts on the back with the pressure agreed in the opening minutes and then held, which suits a body that has walked a long way since dinner.

Brooklyn 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.