Luna
Luna brings the unhurried version of the ritual: oil warmed first, the hour left unbroken, the room hers from the first minute.
Luna, in the room
De Pijp is her corner of the city; the rest of it is twenty to thirty minutes from her door.
Luna keeps the simplest promise on the roster: the room warm, the oil warmer, and the clock ignored. The discipline she practises asks for patience more than flourish, and she has both. She lives within reach of De Pijp and takes late bookings willingly, the after-midnight hour is, in her words, when the city finally lets go of its shoulders.
To meet Luna.
Name her in the message, with the hotel or the street and the hour you have in mind. We confirm within minutes, and she is on her way with everything the hour needs.
Also in the gallery
If the hour suits someone else, the roster shifts through the night, and whoever is closest is the one we put forward first.
