Celeste

Through December and into January the light festival hangs its artworks over the water, and several of them can be seen from the Jordaan streets where Celeste lives. Visitors walk the route in the cold for an hour or two and come back to their rooms with red hands and a need to sit still. That is the moment she prefers to arrive, with erotic oil and a warm, quiet approach to the session. She speaks Portuguese and English and is patient with a guest who is still thawing out. Her limits are set at the door in plain terms and hold for the whole visit.

Celeste decides which bookings she takes and may decline any of them; she sets the limits for what a session includes, says what they are, and may end a visit at any point, as the terms set out.