Clementine

Not everyone in town for the October marathon runs it. Clementine sees as many guests who spent Sunday on the kerb with a flask and a flag as guests with a medal on the bedside table, and she finds the watchers are often the more tired of the two. She speaks French and English, and she keeps the conversation light for a guest who has talked about split times all day. Sensual work and a long erotic oil session are what she brings that weekend, usually on the Saturday evening or late on the Sunday. At twenty-eight she is exact about her limits and never needs to repeat them.

Clementine 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.