Brielle

She lives in the heart of the old centre, a few streets from where the airport trains come in, and the hotels on the canal ring are her ordinary evening. Three languages, including the Dutch printed on every sign a new arrival cannot read, make her easy company for someone still getting their bearings. Sensual and erotic oil sessions are where she feels at home. Red hair, twenty-two, and a direct manner about limits, which she sets before anything else. A room out by the runways is possible by arrangement, with the travel time agreed ahead of confirmation.

Brielle 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.