Colleen

Colleen is twenty-five and speaks English, which is all the arrivals-hall crowd she is usually booked by requires. Her base is the Jordaan, a canal neighbourhood that is still half awake when a delayed flight finally touches down. She often takes the first night of a trip, the one spent in a room by the runway before anyone has seen the city. Erotic oil and sensual sessions suit that night well, and she keeps both of them unhurried. Her red hair and her dry humour tend to be noticed first.

Colleen 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.