Espresso brown hair, an athletic build and 158 cm of near constant motion. Tina has brown eyes, a quick smile and the coiled energy of somebody who has been up since six and has not noticed. Mid twenties. She dresses practically for Covent Garden: something dark and simple she can move in, a jacket with pockets, and flat boots she can cross the cobbles in without thinking about them.

She talks fast and warm in English, and she is the most physically expressive name here, talking with her hands and laughing properly. She trains hard, eats accordingly, and has an unexpected patience for anybody nervous, which is the part people remember. She dances, sees a great deal of theatre from the cheap seats, and knows every shortcut in WC2 including two that are technically through a building. She uses both of them without hesitating.

Her Covent Garden evening tends to be an early table at Margot on Great Queen Street, the Italian room with the properly starched service, where dinner at half past six is no trouble at all and nobody makes you feel rushed for it. She likes the front room. She lives in WC2, so any theatre in the district is eight minutes away and there is still time for a drink before the curtain.

She is back on 14 October and the desk is holding evenings from then. The Piazza, the theatres and the rest of WC2 are described on the Covent Garden page. Send an evening and a hotel through booking and you will hear when she is taking dates again.

Nothing has been written up under Tina 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.