Bonnie

Sea legs last roughly a day, which is why a first night on land rarely wants anything brisk done to it. Bonnie works out of the Jordaan, where the bridges keep her own route short and the canal noise gives up before midnight. At twenty-five she has learned to begin lighter than a guest expects and to let the pace find itself somewhere in the second half hour. Ukrainian, Russian and English are all open in the booking thread, and she changes between them without being asked twice. Blonde, calm, and content to work by one lamp if the two of you would rather leave the ceiling light off.

Bonnie decides which bookings she takes and may decline any of them; she sets the limits for what a session includes, says what they are, and may end a visit at any point, as the terms set out.