Beatrice

Oud-Zuid keeps large flats and short beds in the same buildings, a contradiction she stopped being surprised by some time ago. Twenty-six, a brunette who works in Italian and in English, she would rather settle the furniture in writing than improvise around it at the door. If the mattress ends at your shins, folded towels and clear floor take over, and nothing about that reads as a lesser version of the hour. Her own limits are said once, early, in plain words. A guest who arrives apologising for his size is not argued with, only moved past.

Beatrice 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.