Clementine

She likes the wide streets up by the museums for the same reason a cellist likes a good room: space, floor, nothing rattling. Temperature she is unembarrassed about, spending as long as it takes before she starts and never once letting the gel go cool afterwards. Her French is unhurried and slightly formal; her English is fluent enough for jokes, and she makes them. Her nights run long and she has never once been the one watching the time. An hour with her feels longer than an hour, and a night with her feels shorter than a night.

Clementine 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.