Brooklyn

Two or three questions at the start, properly listened to, and then Brooklyn stops asking anything at all. English only, and plain enough that nobody guesses.

She will ask what the evening is meant to be, take the answer seriously, and never raise it again. The canal hotels are her ground and she knows their lifts, their side doors, and which corridors carry sound. In the room there is none of the performance some people arrive expecting, only somebody quiet and slow to change anything. Tantra, for her, is nothing more occult than an hour arranged so that its middle is the longest part of it. Overnight bookings show the unhurried part of her most clearly, since nothing about the last hour differs from the first.

Brooklyn 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.