No. 15 · The Selection · age 24
Molly, from ten until the music stops
A satin slip, an old leather jacket, and more records than shoes.
Available today Ten o'clock starts, late finishes welcome
- Age
- 24
- Height
- 164 cm · 5 ft 5 in
- Hair
- Long dark brown, wavy
- Eyes
- Brown
- Figure
- Curvy
- Languages
- English
- Home district
- Soho
Profile updated September 2026 · portraits checked in person
Behind the glass
Molly owns more twelve inch records than pairs of shoes, and she owns a great many shoes. Curvy and 164 cm, she lets her dark brown hair tumble long in loose, unfussy waves; her eyes are brown, and her red lip somehow stays perfect until two in the morning. The look is glamorous with a wink: a satin slip dress, a vintage leather jacket, heels with a little attitude in them.
Warm and playful, and confident enough to laugh at herself before anyone else gets the chance. Her humour, quick and teasing, relaxes a room within minutes; she is in her mid twenties and English is her language. House music is the soundtrack, a well built cocktail the ritual, and old cars the surprise: she can talk for twenty minutes about the dashboard of a nineteen sixties Jaguar and make every one of them charming.
Late, and a few steps from Marble Arch, is where her W1 night begins: Seymour's Parlour at The Zetter Townhouse on Seymour Street, a drawing room of a bar crowded with portraits, clocks and curiosities, pouring drinks that taste as if an eccentric great uncle invented them after dinner. She claims the armchair by the fire and does not surrender it for anyone. From there the night goes wherever the music is best.
Soho is home; at that hour a cab crosses to Marble Arch in ten minutes. Her evenings begin at ten and happily run into the small hours. Tell booking the time and the hotel; she will bring the playlist and most of the energy.
Molly'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 |
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Hello, I would like to book Molly on [date] at [time] for [duration]. I am staying at [hotel name], and will share the room number on confirmation.
Molly after dark
Ten past ten, the fire lit, and the bartender already knows her order. She orders something with smoke in it, gets you something with citrus, then swaps if yours turns out better. The room is full of odd portraits, and she invents a scandalous history for each, pitched just loud enough for you alone to hear.
Around midnight she checks her phone for a set she has been tracking and suggests you move. The next room is darker, the bass is deep and steady, and she dances without self-consciousness and without insisting you join, though you probably will. By two she wants chips, or something close to chips. She is excellent company in the back of a cab at that hour, still laughing, still talking about bass lines.
Molly, asked
Something with a long intro. You need a minute to get your coat off and your drink in hand before the drums arrive.
A dark green E-Type, even though I would be terrified to park it anywhere in London, and I would probably leave it at home.
I have never had an early night on purpose, and I am not planning to start this year.
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 Molly can ask for any of them to come off the glass.
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