An hour, or two, or a night, of massage in which the woman works with far more than her hands: warm oil, full-length contact, and her own weight carried in slow passes along the whole of you. It is intimate, unhurried and surprisingly quiet, and it is the discipline every woman on this roster was chosen for. The service pages describe each variation on the idea; the signature session is where nearly everyone starts.
We come to you, always. The agency has no premises, no studio and no discreet staircase to climb, the fifteen women work exclusively on an outcall basis, visiting hotels, apartments and houses across Amsterdam. Your room is the venue, which means your standards of privacy and comfort are the ones that apply.
Browse the fifteen frames and trust your first instinct, it is usually correct. If instinct returns nothing, tell us in the booking thread what the evening should feel like: quiet or playful, slow or immersive, a particular language at the door. We know these women well and casting is the part of the job we are proudest of.
From a cold start: your message, then a confirmation with a name inside roughly ten minutes, then twenty to thirty minutes of travel to anywhere central. Call it under an hour from first text to first knock on most nights. Pairs, overnights and specific in-demand favourites deserve a little more notice, though same-evening requests for all three succeed constantly.
Someone really is. The diary runs all twenty-four hours of all seven days, several of the women actively prefer the deep-night bookings, and the rate at 3 a.m. is the same €180 it was at lunch. Amsterdam does not close and neither do we.
Precisely once and precisely in person: when she arrives at your door, before the session starts. Cash works in euros or any major currency at that day's exchange; cards work; crypto works. What never happens is payment in advance, no deposits, no holds, no links sent to your phone, so a booking costs nothing until a woman is actually standing in front of you.
Nothing about the visit announces itself. She arrives dressed like any well-put-together guest, carries an ordinary tote, gives your room number at no desk (you share it with her directly when she is close), and leaves the room precisely as she found it, her own linens packed away. Hotels are our daily terrain and we have kept them boring for years.
Yes, either as a true four-hand session, which is a synchronised discipline with its own page, or simply as two women sharing a longer evening. A pair is €360 an hour in either shape. Say which of the two arrangements you mean, because we cast them differently.
Possible and regular, with one adjustment: the airport sits outside our twenty-to-thirty-minute promise, so timing is agreed in the thread rather than assumed. Lead your first message with the word Schiphol and your hotel's name, and we will build the visit around your itinerary, red-eye departures included.
Three, all civilised. Every guest and every woman is over twenty-one, without exception. She decides what happens in the room as much as you do, courtesy is the whole entry fee. And honesty in the booking thread (real hotel, real hour, real expectations) is what keeps confirmations fast for everyone.