Blonde, wavy, long enough that it reads as a decision rather than an accident. Cindy is 168 cm and slim, with blue eyes and a way of standing that makes a plain dress look costly. Mid twenties. Her Chelsea wardrobe is simple: good denim in the afternoon, something quiet and well made after seven, flat shoes in her bag for the walk home. She does not arrive looking like she tried hard, which takes effort.

Her English is fluent and unforced. She is calm company, the sort who lowers the temperature of a room instead of raising it, and she has a sideways sense of humour that takes about an hour to show up. She paints, not well but often, swims at an unsociable hour, and can tell you which Chelsea galleries are worth forty minutes and which are worth none.

An SW3 evening with her usually means Medlar on the King's Road, a narrow room with a short menu where the staff have time to talk. She likes the corner table, eats everything, and will happily spend twenty minutes on a single course. Chelsea is her home ground, so afterwards she can point you at a quiet bar two streets away or walk you down to the river, whichever the weather allows.

She is an easy woman to spend four hours with and a difficult one to hurry. If SW3 is new to you, read the Chelsea page first, then put a night in front of the booking desk and you will get a yes, a no, or the closest date she can do.

Nothing has been written up under Cindy yet, which is usually what discretion looks like. A note goes on the board only when a client sends one in writing, she agrees to it, and the office has checked that it reads as a first name, a month and nothing private.