Brielle

French with some, Dutch with others, English with most, silence with nearly everyone. Brielle settles on one language early and then leaves it alone.

Breath rather than technique is what her tantra runs on, a small distinction, until you have been through one. Nothing much happens in the first quarter of it; she is waiting for the shoulders to drop, and will wait a long time. The canal hotels and the apartments behind them are short journeys, and she arrives looking as though she has nowhere else to be. Her late bookings rarely end before the streets outside have gone quiet.

Brielle 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.