Patricia, companion in Holborn
Nothing wasted, nothing missing, for exactly as long as booked.
- Age
- 28
- Home district
- Belgravia
- An hour opens at
- £250
- Arrival window
- 20 to 35 min
- Height
- 172 cm
- Hair
- long auburn brown
- Eyes
- brown
- Figure
- slim
- Languages
- English
About Patricia
Patricia treats an evening the way a good editor treats a page: nothing wasted, nothing missing. She is 172 cm and slim, auburn brown hair worn long, brown eyes, and at 28 she carries herself with a stillness that makes a room lower its voice very slightly when she walks in. She wears very little jewellery and dresses in two colours.
Her English is fluent and elegantly plain. She is not a performer and does not pretend to be; what she offers is attention, undivided, for exactly as long as the booking runs. She sketches, goes to auctions she has no intention of bidding at, and has a dry sense of humour that takes most guests until the second drink to notice at all. She does not fill a pause with something she does not mean. Guests who have spent a week being flattered find that unexpectedly restful.
She likes the Princess Louise on High Holborn for a first hour: the Victorian snugs, the tiled walls, and the pleasing fact that it is the least likely room in central London in which to find her. Dinner follows somewhere nearby and the Kingsway and Chancery Lane hotels are five to eight minutes on foot. Patricia comes from Belgravia, twenty five minutes across at that hour, and she leaves early rather than arrive breathless. She knows the quiet streets between Holborn and Bloomsbury well and would rather walk them than sit in traffic on Kingsway.
Her evenings are recorded on the Holborn page. Every length is priced under rates. A single booking note carrying your hour will hold her for the night.
- 172 cm, slim
- Long auburn brown hair, brown eyes
- 28, fluent English
- Drawing, auction rooms, old public houses
- Twenty five minutes across from Belgravia
How her evening opens
Patricia sets out from Belgravia well ahead of time and is almost never late. Give Romilly the hotel, the hour and the length and the confirmation comes back with a precise arrival.
Every figure she works to is on the board of rates, and the rest is one message away.
An evening with Patricia
Patricia's evenings have very little scaffolding and a great deal of attention. A snug bar first, where the ceiling is more interesting than the wine list and neither of you has to compete with music. She asks one good question and then listens to the whole answer, which is a considerably rarer experience than it should be.
Dinner is chosen for the conversation rather than the kitchen, and afterwards she is content with a short walk and a long, quiet hour. She does not perform, she does not hurry, and she does not make the last part of a booking feel like an afterthought. When the time is up she says so simply and goes, and the evening stays whole rather than trailing off.
Entirely. Most rooms have enough noise in them already. I would rather add attention than volume.
A proper old bar with wooden partitions. You cannot be pretentious in one and that saves us both an hour.
Put the phone somewhere else. I give you the whole booking and I would like the same in return. Two hours of undivided attention is a rarer thing than dinner.