Dinner date escort in London

A dinner date is the booking I dress up for most. You pick the restaurant, I pick the wine, and for three or four hours you have a dinner date escort in London who flirts across the tablecloth, makes the waiter laugh and actually listens to your answers. I’m Lola, an independent escort based in Earl’s Court, and I’m at my best with a menu in one hand and your attention in the other.

What a dinner date with me is like

Most men who book an escort for dinner worry about the first five minutes. Don’t. I like to arrive a moment after you, so you get to watch me cross the room. Then a kiss hello that lingers a little longer than a first date strictly allows, my coat over the back of the chair and a question about your day before you’ve thought of one about mine.

The wine is my job. Tell me what you’re eating and what you usually drink, and I’ll order you something you’d never have picked and will want again. Then we talk: your work, my opinions, the couple at the next table and what they’re so clearly arguing about. I’m a dinner companion in London who knows how to fill a silence, and when to leave one alone.

By the second glass my hand is on your arm whenever I laugh, and my knee has found yours under the table. People notice. That’s rather the point.

Where we go: Chelsea, the West End, Mayfair and Marylebone

You choose the restaurant and make the reservation; I’m happy anywhere with good bread and a dimmer switch. These are the evenings I’m asked for most.

Chelsea is a corner table off the King’s Road, a bottle that takes its time and, if the night’s mild, a slow walk along the Embankment afterwards. A West End show followed by a late table is the best build-up there is; I wrote one down, hour by hour, in my West End date diary.

A hotel dining room in Mayfair means white tablecloths, a wine list as heavy as a novel and your room conveniently upstairs. In Marylebone, the small restaurants around the High Street are made for long conversations at close quarters. Business dinners in Kensington hotels are just as welcome, and close enough to Earl’s Court that I’m never late. South Kensington and Notting Hill have their own quiet corners for a late supper too, and both are a short cab from wherever we end up.

What I wear on a dinner date

Tell me where we’re eating and I’ll dress for the room. A Mayfair dining room gets something long, dark and simple. Chelsea gets a shorter hem and higher heels. A theatre gets a dress I can sit still in for two hours, mostly. Red lipstick, always; stockings, usually.

What’s underneath stays my secret until you find out for yourself, and nobody else at the table will ever guess. If you have a favourite colour, mention it when you book. I won’t tell you whether I listened.

You don’t need a suit unless the restaurant does, but make an effort. I will have.

From the table to your room

There’s a moment on every good dinner date, usually halfway down the second glass, when we both stop pretending we came for the food. We skip dessert, or order it and abandon it. You ask for the bill; I put my lipstick back on, slowly, while you sign.

Then a black cab to your hotel or your home, my head on your shoulder and the driver kindly pretending not to use his mirror. If my place is nearer, Earl’s Court is ten minutes from Chelsea and the evening can carry on there instead.

Cut to: my dress over the arm of your sofa, still warm.

Once the door closes, the dinner becomes the girlfriend experience with the lights down low. What happens next is chemistry between two adults, never a list, and it’s the best part of the night precisely because nobody planned it.

Dinner date escort prices, payment and notice

Three hours are £650 and four hours £800, and each extra hour is £180. Three hours covers dinner and the cab back. Four leaves room for a drink before or a show, with nobody glancing at the time on the way home. And if you suspect the evening will run on until the coffee, turn it into an overnight: ten hours from £1,400, with dinner as the opening act.

On top of the hours, you cover my taxi to the restaurant, anywhere in West and Central London. Nothing is paid in advance once I’ve said yes; the fee is settled when we meet, cash or transfer, so the only bill anyone thinks about is the one for dinner. I need 24 hours’ notice; if you’ve already bought theatre seats, tell me the moment you have them.

A date for an event, a work dinner or a night out

Not every dinner is for two. Sometimes you need a date for an event: a work dinner, a birthday at somebody else’s table, a party you’d rather not walk into alone. I’m good with strangers. I ask questions, laugh in the right places and remember names, and I can talk to whoever’s on my left about anything at all except my job.

Tell me in the chat what the evening is, the dress code and how we’re saying we met, and I’ll keep the story straight until the last cab. Already have the invitation on the mantelpiece and nobody to take? Message me as soon as you know the date; I need 24 hours, but a week is kinder to my wardrobe. To book, send me the evening, the time and roughly where, on WhatsApp or by text, or simply call.