No. 08 · The Selection · age 23
Lea, on the lighting floor
Knows her lamps, makes her own earrings, and never misses a curtain up.
Available today Curtain-up evenings midweek are easiest
- Age
- 23
- Height
- 161 cm · 5 ft 3 in
- Hair
- Long, wavy auburn
- Eyes
- Hazel
- Figure
- Petite
- Languages
- English
- Home district
- Belgravia
Profile updated September 2026 · portraits checked in person
Behind the glass
Lamps are her weakness. Walk through a furniture floor with Lea and you will hear, cheerfully and in detail, why the light in most hotel rooms is wrong and how one low lamp in the corner would fix it. She is a petite 161 cm. Her auburn hair grows long and waves entirely of its own accord, and her hazel eyes seem to borrow their colour from whatever room she is in. She dresses softly: a floral print, a cardigan, earrings she shaped herself from clay.
People call her sweet, then discover how spontaneous she is. She will change a plan halfway along a street because a doorway looked interesting, and she is usually right to. Early twenties, English speaking, she takes a ceramics class every Thursday night and has seen more West End shows than most critics, often from the cheap seats, always with a programme she keeps in a shoebox.
Tottenham Court Road is where her W1 afternoon begins, at Heal's, the old furniture house with the spiral staircase, where she leads you straight to the lighting floor and asks you to pick the lamp you would carry home. After a slow browse comes an early supper nearby, then the short walk to the theatre if you hold seats, or a wander along Charlotte Street if you do not.
From Belgravia, a quick Tube ride brings her to Tottenham Court Road and the rest of W1 in well under half an hour. Midweek pre-theatre starts are easiest; weekends want a little planning. Tell the desk what is playing and when, via booking.
Lea's ladder
Whole pounds for whole hours, and the figure shown is the figure paid. Travel inside Zones 1 and 2 comes included; every term sits on the rates page.
| Length | Fee | Good for | Message |
|---|---|---|---|
| One hour60 min | £250 | A drink in the bar or an hour of talk upstairs | Ask |
| Ninety minutes90 min | £400 | Unhurried, with time for a second glass | Ask |
| Two hours2 hrs | £500 | Dinner nearby and the stroll back to your hotel | Ask |
| Three hours3 hrs | £700 | A show and a late supper, or a long night in | Ask |
| Dinner date4 hrs | £900 | Four hours built around a proper table | Ask |
| Overnight10 hrs | £1,800 | Ten hours, late evening through to breakfast | Ask |
| WeekendFri to Sun | On request | Priced around your plans by the desk | Ask |
Message ready
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Hello, I would like to book Lea on [date] at [time] for [duration]. I am staying at [hotel name], and will share the room number on confirmation.
Lea after dark
Four o'clock, Heal's, the top of the spiral stairs. She has already found a lamp she adores and a chair she wants to argue with you about. You will leave carrying no furniture at all and a firm opinion about velvet.
Supper is early and close by, something light, because she refuses a heavy meal before a show. She talks about the production with the excitement of someone who has read every review and decided to ignore the lot. In the stalls she laughs easily and cries at the right moments without embarrassment. Afterwards, as the crowd spills onto the pavement, she tucks the programme into her bag and leads you somewhere quiet for a last drink and a proper dissection of the second act. If the night has room for one more detour, she will find it, and it will be a good one.
Lea, asked
Front row of the upper circle. You see the whole stage picture, the lighting design makes sense, and your knees survive the second act.
A set of small green cups. They are uneven and I love them. My teacher says the uneven ones are the honest ones, so I have stopped trying to fix them.
A plan, loosely held. Every evening I remember fondly had one wrong turn in it.
What guests wrote
This pane has no guest notes yet. They go up after genuine bookings only, once the desk has checked them; each carries a first name and when it was written, nothing explicit, and Lea can ask for any of them to come off the glass.
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