No. 20 · The Selection · age 23
Roxi, three places in one night
Gold hoops, a flower behind one ear, and three restaurants in a single night.
Away, back 28 September 2026 Chasing Cornish surf; back for late dinners
- Age
- 23
- Height
- 168 cm · 5 ft 6 in
- Hair
- Long black
- Eyes
- Brown
- Figure
- Curvy
- Languages
- English
- Home district
- Pimlico
Profile updated September 2026 · portraits checked in person
Behind the glass
Pads and gloves at seven, an episode of something gripping on the walk home, and a surf forecast checked twice before lunch: that is an ordinary Tuesday for Roxi. Curvy and 168 cm, she wears her black hair long and usually swept over one shoulder, and her brown eyes carry a spark of trouble. She dresses bright: a colourful top, gold hoops, sometimes a flower clipped behind one ear as if she has walked straight in off a beach.
Playful, confident and properly vivacious, she turns small talk into a game and usually wins it. In her early twenties, she talks fast in English and laughs even faster. Whatever your mood, she knows a podcast that fits it. Weekends, when the forecast allows, belong to the Cornish coast and a surfboard. Right now she is exactly there, on a surf trip, and back at the end of the month.
Once she is home, her W1 evening means Kingly Court, the three storey courtyard behind Carnaby Street, a short walk from Oxford Circus, packed with small kitchens under strings of lights. She likes to try three places in a single night, one plate in each, choosing them by how loud the laughter is at the tables. After that, a bar with music and room to move, and a taxi only when her feet finally ask for one.
Roxi lives in Pimlico and is away surfing until 28 September. From then she reaches Oxford Street within minutes on the Victoria line. Leave a date after the 28th with booking; the desk holds it until she lands.
Roxi'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
Fill the brackets, press send, and keep the room number back until the booking is confirmed.
Hello, I would like to book Roxi on [date] at [time] for [duration]. I am staying at [hotel name], and will share the room number on confirmation.
Roxi after dark
Seven o'clock under the fairy lights, and she has already scouted the ground. First stop: something spicy on the ground floor, shared at a counter. Second: small plates one level up, where she orders too much and apologises to nobody. Third: dessert, which she insists counts as a separate restaurant.
Between courses come the stories: a wave she should never have tried to catch, a boxing coach who shouts in rhyme, a podcast about a con artist she is desperate for you to hear. Other tables look over and wish they were at yours. When the food runs out she finds a bar with music, dances for exactly two songs, then declares the night a success and means it. The walk to the taxi rank is full of plans for next time.
Roxi, asked
Anything about a scam. I love a story where someone clever very nearly gets away with it, and then does not, usually because of one tiny mistake.
I can stand up. Staying up is a work in progress, and I have the bruises to prove it, on both shins and one elbow.
Boxing. Yoga is lovely, but nobody walks out of a yoga class feeling ready to take on the world.
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 Roxi can ask for any of them to come off the glass.
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