Thea, companion in Central London

Trafalgar Square at dusk is a cliché that Thea has decided to enjoy anyway. She is 165 cm and curvy, caramel blonde hair worn long, green eyes, and at 29 she is comfortable in a way that makes the people around her relax too. She dresses softly, in good fabrics, and never looks as though she has tried too hard at anything. She is warm on arrival rather than after an hour of warming up.

Her English is fluent and she is an unusually kind conversationalist: she notices when a subject is uncomfortable and moves past it without comment or fuss. She paints watercolours badly and frames them anyway, knows the Dutch rooms at the National properly, and has a low tolerance for rudeness to staff, which tells you most of what you need to know about her. She is also unusually good with a guest who is nervous, which more people are than will admit it, and she never once makes anybody feel they have got something wrong.

Her central evening is simple. The National Gallery on Trafalgar Square runs late openings on Fridays, and she likes forty minutes with the seventeenth century before anything else happens. Dinner follows on St Martin's Lane, five minutes away, and the Strand and Haymarket hotels are six to nine. Thea comes in from South Kensington, twenty minutes at that hour and rarely more. St Martin's Lane is five minutes from the gallery steps and she knows which rooms there stay quiet after nine.

Her evenings appear on the Central London page. Prices by duration are shown under rates. Send booking a date and your hotel and she will suggest what is open that week.

Thea is a gentle first booking and happy to begin with a gallery hour before dinner. Send Romilly the date and the hotel and she will suggest what is open that evening.

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

Thea's evenings are gentle and well paced. Forty minutes in a gallery to begin with, not because she wants to educate you but because it gives a conversation somewhere to start. Then dinner somewhere with soft light and a room quiet enough to talk in, and a first course spent finding out what sort of week you have had.

She is at her best in the middle hours, when the rush has gone out of the evening and neither of you is thinking about what comes next. Afterwards she likes the walk down to the river if the weather is kind, and a slow last hour if it is not. Nothing about her evening is effortful, and that turns out to be the whole point of booking her.