No. 22 · The Selection · age 32
Sonya, three cards and a favourite
Three paper cards, three scents, and a window from five until ten.
Available today Five until ten, and never later
- Age
- 32
- Height
- 162 cm · 5 ft 4 in
- Hair
- Long dark brown, straight
- Eyes
- Hazel
- Figure
- Athletic
- Languages
- English
- Home district
- Knightsbridge
Profile updated September 2026 · portraits checked in person
Behind the glass
Scent is how Sonya remembers places. A hotel corridor, a garden after rain, the inside of an old theatre: years later she can describe each one by its smell alone. She is 162 cm, athletic in the fine-boned way of a dancer, with dark brown hair that hangs long and perfectly smooth and hazel eyes that are calm and kind. Her evening look is understated: a dark silk dress, a fine gold chain, and a fragrance you will not manage to name.
Calm, thoughtful and quietly warm, she is the restful sort of company a week of meetings calls for. Early thirties, she speaks a soft and measured English. Ballet took up years of her life and she still takes a class every week, she meditates each morning before the city wakes, and a shelf at home holds small perfume bottles that she can introduce one by one, like old friends. Ask her what you smell of and she will tell you, tactfully.
Selfridges, at the Bond Street end of Oxford Street, is where her W1 evening starts, in the fragrance hall on the ground floor. She leads you to three counters, sprays each scent on a paper card, and asks you to choose a favourite without looking at a single price. Then a quiet dinner close by, early and unhurried, before the pavements fill with the evening crowd and the windows start to glow.
Sonya lives in Knightsbridge, a short ride up Park Lane to Bond Street. Her hours are five until ten in the evening, and she keeps to them exactly. Write to the desk through booking with the day that suits.
Sonya'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 Sonya on [date] at [time] for [duration]. I am staying at [hotel name], and will share the room number on confirmation.
Sonya after dark
Five o'clock, as the store starts filling with people leaving work. She walks you slowly through the hall, past the famous names, to a small counter tucked out of the main flow. Three cards, three scents, and a question: which one smells like a room you would like to spend an evening in? She listens to your answer as though it matters, because to her it does.
Dinner is at half past six, somewhere hushed with heavy tablecloths. She eats lightly and asks about your work, then about the life you would choose with no work in it at all. There is no hurry anywhere in her. By half past nine the day feels longer and quieter than it was. She leaves at ten, exactly as promised, and the scent lingers in the lobby for a while afterwards.
Sonya, asked
Something with iris and a little smoke in it. I found it in a tiny shop in Paris, and they have never stocked it since, so I ration every drop.
A class every Wednesday evening. My knees complain about it and I ignore them. The music makes it worth every ache.
Ten minutes of silence every morning. It is the one appointment in my week that I never move for anyone.
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 Sonya can ask for any of them to come off the glass.
- 5 min readBeyond the Foodhall: sitting down inside Selfridges between the shopsThe store's dining rooms are the civilised pause in a long shopping afternoon. Where to perch, where to linger, and how a day on Oxford Street is paced with a companion beside you.
- 6 min readArtesian hours: The Langham, where Regent Street turns into Portland PlaceLondon's first grand hotel sits where the shops give way to Portland Place. Three rooms downstairs, one famous bar, and how an evening there is timed from the first glass to the last.
