Angelika, companion in Mayfair

About Angelika

There is a particular composure that cannot be rehearsed, and Angelika arrives with it already in place. She stands 172 cm, built on the clean athletic line of a woman who swims before the city is properly awake, and her long black hair falls straight and unbroken past her shoulders. Brown eyes, considered rather than searching. She dresses at the darker end of the spectrum, good wool through the winter and heavy silk in summer, with one bracelet and nothing else. Her heels are chosen for walking, because she would rather arrive on foot when the evening allows it.

In conversation she is measured and quietly amused. She speaks English and nothing else, precisely, in full sentences and without filler, which has the pleasant effect of slowing a room down. She reads the table before she reads the menu. Her questions tend to be short and genuinely curious, and she is content to let a silence sit rather than fill it with something ordinary. The effect is unhurried rather than cool, and it holds for the whole evening.

Mayfair is her own ground and she keeps her evenings close to it. A table at Scott's on Mount Street suits her exactly: the marble counter, the oysters, the quiet efficiency of a room that has been doing this for a very long time. She takes a glass of something white and cold, discusses the day with you properly, then walks through Mount Street Gardens afterwards if the weather is kind. She knows which corner tables are worth asking for and she asks for them early.

Her Mayfair page carries the rest of the picture, and the full ladder of lengths belongs to rates. Name your evening and your address to booking, and that is the whole of it.

• 172 cm, athletic, long black hair worn straight
• Brown eyes, and a manner that slows a room
• Twenty four; English, spoken in full sentences
• Mayfair based, most at ease on Mount Street
• Dark tailoring, one bracelet, heels made for walking

Arranging her evening

Angelika's evenings are arranged through Delphine at the switchboard, who confirms the hour and the address and puts nothing else in writing. Two hours is the shortest length that does a Mount Street table any justice.

Her figures are the house figures, set out in full on the rates page, and the whole arrangement runs in one written exchange from the first line to the confirmation.

An evening with Angelika

An evening with Angelika begins earlier than most people expect. She likes to be seated by half past seven, while the room is still filling and the staff still have time for a proper conversation about the oysters. She orders without ceremony and without delay. The first half hour belongs to you: what the day held, what it cost you, and what you would rather talk about instead.

By nine she has warmed considerably. She is funny in a dry, unhurried way, and she will hold an argument about architecture for longer than is strictly reasonable. Afterwards she prefers to walk, down Mount Street and across into the squares, where Mayfair is lit and almost empty. Whether the evening ends at the corner or continues at your address is entirely your decision, and she will not ask twice.