Bianka, sultry outcall company from the Jordaan

The hair is what people notice first. Long and light brown, with sun-kissed ends that flare gold in every passing headlight, it swings as Bianka steps out of the car and turns towards your building. Only when she reaches the door do her hazel eyes take over, and by then the corridor already feels like a scene from a late-night film.

At twenty-three she has a curvy 165 cm figure and a sultry calm that never needs to raise its voice. Warmth is her natural register. Attentiveness is her gift: she remembers the one detail from your first message, the delayed flight, the long meeting, the red you prefer, and she walks in ready to pick up that thread. She speaks English low and unhurried, a voice made for lamplight.

She dresses in sultry boudoir elegance, black lace, long gloves and fine stockings, pieces chosen for candlelight rather than daylight. Her interests are wonderfully slow-cooked. Italian cooking is how she unwinds, a ragù left to murmur on the stove all Sunday, pasta rolled by hand, a friendly quarrel about garlic. Wine tasting sits right beside it, so expect genuine curiosity about whatever bottle is waiting in your room.

Vintage fashion completes the picture. She can date a silk scarf by its print, knows which flea-market stalls hide the best beaded evening bags, and often arrives wearing one small treasure from another decade, a brooch, a clasp, a pair of gloves with a story. Ask about it and she will tell you where it came from, and whether the tale is entirely true is part of the fun.

Her rides begin in the Jordaan, past Westerstraat cafés with fogged, glowing windows, over the Lijnbaansgracht and out into the wider city. If a fellow wine lover appeals, Luna talks grapes with equal passion from De Pijp. Once you have chosen Bianka, the booking page lists the few details worth sending, and after that there is nothing left to do but watch the street below for the slow sweep of her taxi's lights.