Wapping, no. 11 of 28
Luna, companion in Wapping
Red hair, late hours, and a diary that knows what is on this week.
- Age
- 22
- Works from
- Wapping
- Height
- 171 cm
- Hair
- long, dark auburn red
- Eyes
- brown
- Figure
- curvy
- Languages
- English
- An hour opens at
- £250
Guests are 18+. She sets the limits of her own booking, and a fee covers her time and her company, nothing besides. The whole ladder is on the rates page.
About Luna
Red is not quite the word for it: dark auburn, closer to wine than to copper, long and heavy and the single reason Luna is remembered by every doorman in E1W. Height 171 cm, the figure curvy, and brown eyes that go almost black under a low bulb. She dresses for the room ahead of her rather than the one behind, so she can look formal at eight and entirely at home in a converted warehouse at eleven, and she makes that change with a coat and about four seconds of thought.
At 22 she has the stamina the hour demands and a surprisingly steady temperament with it. She speaks English and is warm in it, remembering the small thing you said an hour ago and bringing it back at exactly the right moment. Music is the subject; she keeps a running list of what is on and where, and she is quietly furious about venues that close. She does not do small talk well and does not pretend to, so she goes straight to something worth discussing.
Wapping is her ground, and the anchor is Tobacco Dock on Wapping Lane, a Georgian warehouse of brick vaults and iron that now spends most weekends holding something worth queueing for. She checks what is on before she suggests it, which is not a small courtesy. From there it is a seven minute walk down to the river at Wapping Wall, cobbles the whole way, the old wharf buildings shut and black above you. Mayfair is home, so she comes east by cab in about twenty five minutes and arrives ready for the later half of the night.
The Wapping page covers the streets between the High Street and the river. From £250 an hour, with the later and longer formats on rates. A single message to booking holds her evening.
- Height 171 cm, curvy build
- Long dark auburn red hair; eyes brown
- Age 22, English speaking
- Home district Mayfair, evenings across E1W and E14
- Out of hours: live music, warehouse rooms, late food
Booking her evening
Late nights are her shape, so three hours at £700 from about nine is the usual, and the overnight at £1,800 when the room does not close until late. Tell the desk the night and Maude will check what is actually on.
Her figures are the desk figures, printed in full on the rates page, and the whole arrangement runs in one thread from the first line to the confirmation.
- 1 hour£250
- 90 minutes£400
- 2 hours£500
- 3 hours£700
- Dinner date£900
- Overnight£1,800
- WeekendPOA
Also on the desk
An evening with Luna
Her version of the night runs late and she is honest about that at the booking stage. Nine o'clock at the old warehouse, brick vaults, iron columns, a room that was holding tobacco and wine two centuries before anybody thought to put a sound system in it. She knows the layout, so she will steer you away from the corner where you cannot hear and towards the one where you can. Around eleven she will want air, and the walk goes down Wapping Lane to the river wall, seven minutes on cobbles, past shuttered wharves with the names still painted on them. The Thames at that hour is black and busy and far larger than it looks in daylight. Then a late table, or back west, or up to the Wharf in ten minutes flat.
Luna, in her own words
How late is late?
Midnight is the middle of my evening, not the end of it. If you want an early night I am probably the wrong choice and will say so kindly.
What is actually on there?
It changes every week, which is the appeal. Ask on the day and the desk gives you an accurate answer rather than an optimistic one.
Cobbles and heels?
I carry the other shoes. Anyone who walks Wapping Wall in a stiletto twice has not been paying attention the first time.
Where she sits
What guests have written
Nothing is written here for Luna yet, which is usually what discretion looks like in E14. A note appears only when a guest writes one, she agrees to it, and the desk has checked that it reads as a first name, a month and nothing private.