Stacy, companion in St James's

Height is the first thing anybody mentions about Stacy and the least interesting. She is 176 cm and slim, near-black brown hair worn long, brown eyes, and at 22 she has a composure that takes most people another decade to acquire. She dresses long and plain and generally looks like the most expensive thing in the room without having tried.

Fluent English, delivered quietly. She is watchful for the first twenty minutes and then very good company indeed, dry rather than bubbly, and unusually hard to embarrass. She models occasionally, swims, and reads the sort of novels that get left behind on hotel bedside tables by people who actually finished them. She does not fill a silence and does not mind one. She is not aloof, whatever the first half hour suggests, and she has a very dry sense of humour that arrives once she has decided the evening is going to be fine.

Quaglino's on Bury Street is her St James's suggestion, late enough that the music has started and the room has stopped being a restaurant. Afterwards the Pall Mall and Jermyn Street hotels are three to five minutes on foot and she would rather walk them than wait for a car. Stacy comes over from Chelsea, twenty minutes at that hour, and she asks the desk for a firm start time because she builds her evening around it. She walks the streets between Bury Street and Pall Mall most weeks and knows which doors are still open after midnight.

She is filed on the St James's page. What each duration costs is given under rates. Put a precise hour into your booking message and she will answer plainly.

Stacy takes late starts and wants the hour fixed rather than approximate. Give Romilly a precise time and the hotel and she will confirm or decline plainly.

Every figure she works to is on the board of rates, and the rest is one message away.

Stacy's evenings begin late and quietly. She arrives composed, says rather little for the first drink, and spends that time working out what kind of night you actually want rather than assuming. Guests who mistake the early quiet for coldness are usually revising the opinion by the second hour.

She likes a room with music in it after ten, somewhere she can sit rather than stand, and she is a good dancer who will not make you be one. Afterwards it is a short walk to almost any hotel in SW1Y and the last part of the booking is unhurried. She keeps to the finishing hour precisely and says goodnight without making a performance of it. Guests who book her a second time usually ask for a later start.