Luna, companion in Mayfair
White dresses, pearls she has owned for years, dark red hair.
- Age
- 22
- Her district
- Mayfair
- An hour opens at
- £250
- Arrives
- Suites and private addresses
- Height
- 171 cm
- Hair
- long, dark auburn red
- Eyes
- brown
- Figure
- curvy
- Languages
- English
About Luna
Luna wears white almost exclusively, which with dark auburn red hair is a deliberate piece of staging and she knows it. She is 171 cm, curvy and brown eyed, and her hair is long and worn loose. The pearls are old and hers. She is twenty-two and dresses older than that, not to pretend, simply because she likes the clothes and they like her back. She is tall without heels and wears them anyway, for the sound they make on a wooden floor.
She has English, and a low, even voice that does not rise for emphasis. She is more serious than her age suggests and more playful than her clothes do. Architecture and old photographs hold her attention; so do long dinners with no agenda. She is observant, notices when a guest has stopped eating, and will change the subject before anyone has to explain why. She is not easily surprised and is very hard to hurry, and she treats both as virtues.
Her evening in Mayfair, where she lives, tends to be a short walk and a good table. Bellamy's on Bruton Place suits her exactly: a mews room off Berkeley Square, French, unhurried, the kind of place where a long dinner is the expected thing rather than an inconvenience. Luna arrives a few minutes early, takes the corner if it is free, and lets the evening take the time it takes. When the evening runs long she suggests coffee at the end rather than another bottle.
A full dinner suits her better than a short call. She goes to hotels and private addresses throughout Mayfair and the mews behind it. Name the evening you would like and the desk answers with hers.
- 171 cm, curvy
- Long dark auburn red hair, brown eyes
- Twenty-two, English speaking
- Old photographs, architecture, long dinners
- Lives in Mayfair
Booking her evening
Luna is at her best over a full dinner rather than a short call, and prefers a day's notice for a mews table off Berkeley Square.
Her figures are the house figures, printed in full on the rates page, and the whole arrangement runs in one thread from the first line to the confirmation.
Also on this wall
An evening with Luna
Luna's evening is one long dinner with a walk at either end. She likes to meet at your hotel rather than at the table, so that the first half hour belongs to the two of you and not to a waiter.
Bruton Place at eight is a mews with three lit windows and no traffic, which she finds more impressive than anywhere with a doorman. Dinner is French, unhurried and finished when you finish it. She listens well and patiently, and she has the rare habit of returning at the end of an evening to something you said at the start of it. The walk back across Berkeley Square is two minutes, and she will go the long way about, under the plane trees.
Luna, in her own words
Because my hair is doing enough. Two loud things in one outfit is one too many.
Photographs of London before anyone alive can remember it. Mostly streets that are still there.
Eight o'clock, and then as long as it takes. I have never once wanted a quick dinner. Eight o'clock leaves room for the part I actually come for, which is the hour after the plates go and nobody has suggested moving.
Where she sits
In the margin
The remarks card for Luna is still blank, which is usually what discretion looks like. A note appears here only when a guest writes one, she agrees to it, and the house has checked that it reads as a first name, a month and nothing private.