
The man from Adlon
He is bashful but we smile encouragingly. We are enjoying the game…
He is bashful but we smile encouragingly. We are enjoying the game…
The bespoken phenomenon
What if I find him repulsive? A client who doesn’t turn me on visually — or worse, disgusts me? What then?
‘How was it?’ they ask me curiously, blinking and grinning broadly. How was my first date as a hetaera?
‘Why don’t you give her a glass of champagne first?’
He’s neither quite Joan of Arc, nor quite Fairy Carabosse, nor quite Rothbart. Will he free me from invisible chains, condemn me to a hundred years of sleep, or perhaps turn me into a swan?
Every hotel room in this world is a gateway to non-time. You draw the curtains. And you see, the room is everywhere in the world at once.