Patricia, companion in Belgravia

About Patricia

The auburn in Patricia's hair is the brown kind, not the red, and it is long enough to be a decision rather than a fact. She is 172 cm and slim, with brown eyes and a face that does very little until she has made up her mind about you. She dresses precisely: a narrow dress, sharp shoulders, nothing shiny, and she has the only genuinely good taste in outerwear on this roster. She is the sort of woman who looks correct in a photograph taken without warning.

She is exacting and very funny about it. She speaks English with a kind of clipped care, and her standards, which are high, are applied first of all to herself. She likes things done properly: a table laid properly, a drink made properly, an evening planned rather than improvised. Underneath it she is far warmer than the first twenty minutes suggest, and she knows that too.

Belgravia is home and she keeps her evenings inside it. Petrus on Kinnerton Street is where she goes when she wants the evening to be a serious one: a small dining room down a mews, a wine list she treats with proper respect, and a kitchen that does not make mistakes. Afterwards she walks up through Wilton Place and around Belgrave Square, where the embassies are lit and the gardens are locked, at the pace of somebody in no danger of being late.

What an evening inside SW1X involves is written up under Belgravia, and the lengths are gathered at rates. A note to booking that carries the date is answered the same day.

• Slim, 172 cm, long auburn brown hair
• Brown eyes; a clipped, careful way of speaking
• Twenty eight; exacting, and funny about being exacting
• Belgravia based, the whole evening within SW1X
• Mews dining rooms, serious wine, the square afterwards

Arranging her evening

Patricia likes an evening settled in advance rather than arranged on the day, so two or three days' notice is ideal. Delphine takes the date and the address and everything else is handled quietly.

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 Patricia

The first twenty minutes are cool and slightly formal, and then something shifts and she is entirely different company. Patricia takes wine seriously without making it anybody else's problem, and she will ask one very good question of whoever is pouring. She dislikes being rushed through a first course and she will say so, politely, to the table rather than to the room.

By the second hour she is telling you what she actually thinks, which is worth waiting for. She is sharp about people and generous about the ones she likes. Afterwards the square is the point: Wilton Place, the embassies, the locked gardens, all of it walked slowly and mostly in silence. What happens at the end is your decision and she will accept it without comment either way.