Ivy

Ivy would rather a guest read the difficult sentence in advance than hear it for the first time in a hallway. If something she has ruled out is pressed at, the hour stops, she leaves, and nothing is argued about at the door. That said, it almost never happens, and she is easy company for anyone who took the sentence at face value. She is twenty-three, lives near the Bloemgracht, and crosses the middle of the city on foot more often than not. Ukrainian, Russian and English are all hers, and she switches without announcing it.

Ivy 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.