Michelle at the martini trolley

Michelle's wardrobe could be colour-graded in rosé: blush silk, dusty pink cashmere, a camel coat for contrast. It suits her. She stands a curvy 173 cm, dark brown hair running straight down her back, eyes a warm brown, with the soft, romantic elegance of a woman who likes to look lovely without ever seeming to try. She is also, and this is the surprise, a talker, with a laugh that arrives easily and stays.

Chatty in the best way, Michelle asks follow-up questions, tells stories with proper endings and knows exactly when to hand the conversation back. There is a nurturing streak, too: she will notice you skipped lunch and quietly order something for the table. Sailing is her summer escape, museums her rainy-day rescue, and mixology the hobby she takes most seriously, with a home bar arranged like a small laboratory. In her late twenties, she speaks bright, friendly English and makes strangers feel like old friends within one drink.

Her Mayfair evening begins, inevitably, at the Connaught Bar, where the martini trolley rolls to your table and the bartender mixes in front of you with a flourish she critiques kindly. She will ask which bitters he chose, compare notes on garnishes and then insist you try her choice rather than yours. Dinner can be anywhere nearby; she cares more about the conversation than the menu, though she does like a proper pudding.

Michelle lives in Chelsea and meets guests all over Mayfair, often around Grosvenor Square, a couple of minutes from the Connaught. She is free most evenings and quick to reply; see the rates page, then message Bella.