Samanta, companion in Mayfair
Tall, slim, dressed in black, and punctual to the minute.
- Age
- 27
- Her district
- Mayfair
- An hour opens at
- £250
- Arrives
- Suites and private addresses
- Height
- 174 cm
- Hair
- long dark brown
- Eyes
- brown
- Figure
- slim
- Languages
- English
About Samanta
Samanta is precise about time, which sounds like a small thing until an evening depends on it. She is 174 cm and slim, brown eyed, with long dark brown hair, and she dresses in black with almost nothing added: no scarf, no pattern, one ring. She is twenty-seven. She looks expensive in the plainest clothes in the room, which is a knack and not an accident. She is slim, straight backed and has never fidgeted in her life.
She has only English and is careful with it, choosing the accurate word rather than the warm one and then softening it with a look. She is not effusive and does not perform interest she does not feel, which makes the interest she does show worth something. She swims, she runs when she is restless, and she keeps her own counsel about most things. She is reserved rather than cool and considerably funnier at the second hour than the first.
In Mayfair, where she lives, her preference is a late table at Hakkasan on Bruton Street, down the stairs into the dark blue room where the lighting is low and the noise level is high enough to make a table private. She likes the contrast: a quiet woman in a loud room. Afterwards Berkeley Square is a minute away and most of the hotels are five, and she walks unless the weather is unreasonable. She does not photograph the room, the food or herself, and she notices that you do not either.
A dinner of three hours or more suits her better than anything shorter. She is asked for across Mayfair and the streets towards Bond Street. Put your day in a note and the desk will answer it.
- 174 cm, slim
- Long dark brown hair, brown eyes
- Twenty-seven, English speaking
- Swimming, running, plain black clothes
- Lives in Mayfair
Booking her evening
Samanta keeps to the agreed hour at both ends of an evening. A late table on Bruton Street is easier with a day's notice.
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 Samanta
Samanta arrives at the agreed minute, which sets the tone for everything after it. One drink upstairs, unhurried, while the two of you establish what sort of evening this is going to be.
The room on Bruton Street is dark and loud and she is neither, and the combination works: a quiet conversation in a busy room is the most private thing in Mayfair. She eats lightly, drinks less and pays attention for the whole of the evening. Afterwards the walk across the square takes two minutes and she always suggests it. At the hotel she is composed and warm in a low key, and she ends the evening exactly when it was agreed, with no sense of a clock having been watched.
Samanta, in her own words
Because nobody can hear us. A silent dining room is the least private place in London.
I am reliable about it. That is not the same as being rigid, but you will not be kept waiting.
Black, well cut, and one ring. If anyone remembers the dress, I chose the wrong one. One good dress worn often is worth six that come out once. The point is to be the person at the table rather than the outfit at it.
Where she sits
In the margin
The remarks card for Samanta 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.