AboutThe desk behind the glass
About the desk that keeps its lights on after the shops close
Oxford Street locks its tills at nine and leaves its windows lit all night. This agency keeps the same hours as the windows: all of them. It arranges companionship for adults at hotels, serviced apartments and private homes along the street and in the districts around it, in writing, with every price on show before anyone has to ask.
Nobody visits us: there are no premises and no addresses anywhere on these pages. She always comes to you, and the money buys her time and her company and stops there.
Who reads your message
Clementine runs bookings, and a night desk covers the hours she is off, so a person reads every message at any hour, every day of the year. The reply comes inside fifteen minutes and confirms the companion, the price and the arrival time in writing; after that the desk stays reachable until the evening ends. Prices live on the rates page and every step on the booking page.
Why one street, and not the whole city
A whole city is too big to describe honestly. A mile or so of W1, with the villages either side of it, is not. That is why every page in Around Town names real hotels, real platforms and real walking minutes, between Marble Arch at one end and Tottenham Court Road at the other, and why the advice on them is specific: which entrance a flat above the shops uses, which hotel bar is calm at ten, how long the walk from Bond Street really takes.
A short list of refusals
The desk says no to anyone under 18 or whose age is uncertain, to a guest who is plainly intoxicated or rude, and to any request that goes beyond company. The site says no to a founding year worn as a badge, a count of satisfied clients, a review nobody wrote, a hotel described as a partner when every hotel named here is a landmark, a price that appears only after you ask, an extra that appears only on the night, and anything explicit, in words or in pictures.
How a companion comes to be in a window
Each woman in The Selection is an independent adult who came to the desk herself and asked for a window. Nothing about her is published until she has sat down with us, identity documents on the table, proving she is eighteen or older and has the right to work in Britain. From then on she picks her own hours, takes only the bookings she wants, is paid by the guest in person, and can alter or take down her listing with one message. Nobody applies on another woman's behalf, and no agent or manager speaks for anyone.
Portraits first, reviews second
Every photograph in the windows is glamour and lifestyle work: softened faces, fully dressed, nothing explicit. Each was held up beside the woman herself before it went on show, and the photo policy runs through the steps. Reviews get the same treatment. Only guests who really booked may write one; it appears under a first name and the month, anything explicit is cut, a middling score stays middling, and the companion can have it taken down. A profile without reviews simply has not received any yet.
Coercion has no place here
A listing exists because a companion chose it. If a woman seems to be steered, pushed or managed by someone else, the desk will not take her listing, and it ends any arrangement where that worry appears later. Any companion may walk out of a booking the instant it feels unsafe or disrespectful. If anything you see, through us or anywhere else, suggests exploitation, the Modern Slavery Helpline linked at the foot of every page takes confidential reports at any hour.
The house, queried
No. The agency has no premises open to guests and publishes no address. Every booking is outcall: she comes to your hotel, apartment or home.
Because a page that names real hotels, platforms and walking times is more use than one that just says central London. Each is a landmark, never a partner: no hotel has any arrangement with us, and any reputable one where you are a guest will do.
In from the rain
That is the house we keep. The next move is yours: a date, a time and an address.