Liana, graceful outcall company from Amsterdam Centrum

What people notice first about Liana is how quietly she arrives. No flourish, no rush, just the soft click of a car door, a graceful step across the pavement and a gentle smile as the lift opens onto your floor. The corridor seems to lower its voice for her. Her intuition is the second thing, though it takes a minute longer to spot. Within moments she has read whether tonight wants conversation or calm, and she adjusts without a word being said. Liana, 28, wears her chestnut brown hair long and straight; she is slim and 167 cm tall, and her brown eyes seem to listen as closely as she does.

Her style is classic boudoir romance, deep reds and a touch of black lace, the timeless kind of look that belongs to low lamplight. She moves the way devoted pilates people do, balanced and unhurried, every gesture finished properly, and that practice also gives her a remarkably clear head at the end of a long day. French literature is her reading of choice, novels taken slowly and sometimes twice, and she may share a favourite line if the night turns reflective. Gardening is her secret softness, a crowded balcony of herbs and climbing roses tended each morning before the city wakes. Fellow green fingers belong to Margo in Oud-Zuid, should that gentle kind of talk appeal.

The ride starts in Amsterdam Centrum, so reaching most canal-side hotels takes only a few turns past lamplit bridges. On the way she likes to watch bicycles and streetlamps slide across the water, a habit she calls reading the city. She speaks English softly and never talks over a silence. Gentle does not mean shy; she laughs easily, teases kindly and has a knack for making even a very long day feel finished. When her heels meet your doorstep, the night quietly adopts her pace, and nobody minds in the least.