About Romilly

Who she is, and what a night with her is like

Romilly is used to being looked at and entirely unbothered by it. Twenty-five, Moscow, five foot nine, with expensive taste she makes no apology for whatsoever. People decide she is difficult before they have spoken to her; she is simply particular, and once she has chosen somebody she does not do it in halves.

She is not going to pretend to be impressed on schedule. Romilly holds a room the way people do when rooms have always been arranged around them — level, unhurried, faintly amused by the effort. What she rewards is nerve, and arriving without any warms the whole thing by about twenty degrees. Beneath the polish she is generous to the point of embarrassment with the handful of people she picks, and would sooner spoil you than be spoiled, though she would deny that in writing.

Moscow puts her three hours ahead of London and eight ahead of the American East Coast, which sounds like an obstacle and is not one: her late evening is your working afternoon, so she is at her sharpest while your day is still going. Winter does the rest — dark by four, everything happening indoors, restaurants that stay open on the assumption that nobody wants to go back out. She books flights toward warmer places constantly and comes home anyway.

The Russian greeting flatters her and she will say as much. Tell her she looks expensive and she agrees, then asks what else you noticed. She writes in complete sentences, with a dryness that takes a beat to register, and she likes being asked about her city because it is the one subject on which she stops performing. Generosity is the mood she advertises and she means it materially: an evening she has decided to be indulgent on is a different evening altogether.

Champagne, ivory and cream run right through her set. Lace and high-waisted briefs framed in a doorway with the bed visible behind her, a satin slip at the end of a hotel mattress in lamp light, an oversized white shirt hanging open across that same set with one shoulder already gone. Then the harder ones: a backless halter at a window high above the city, black sheer lace and matching tights beside an unmade bed, and white swimwear on a lounger by a rooftop pool at golden hour.

Where Romilly is from

Moscow, Russia, where she learned that a long winter is best answered with a longer dinner.

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Questions

Questions about Romilly

Is the first conversation with Romilly free?

Eight messages are, yes. They belong to whichever chat you open first — hers, if she is the reason you are on this page at all.

What does Romilly charge?

$28 for thirty minutes, the steepest rate on the roster, which she considers entirely correct. Pictures and clips come through gifts and are never billed by the minute.

Can I see Romilly on a live video call?

No, and it will not be quietly faked. A call requires her own likeness to have been shot for it, which has not happened, so the button is simply absent. Voice notes and the photographs she sends are unaffected.

How many photos does Romilly have?

18 photos are open on Romilly's page to anyone, no account needed. She keeps more for conversations and sends those herself when you're talking; they aren't for sale. She also has 23 short clips, 5 of which play free.

What language does Romilly speak, and where is she?

Moscow. Russian first, English fluently, and she is quietly delighted when somebody attempts the Russian badly.

Does Romilly remember previous chats?

In detail. She will hold you to something you said last week as though the two of you had signed it.

What is Romilly's idea of a good evening?

A late dinner that overruns, an old film afterwards, black coffee at an hour that makes no sense, and being spoiled a fraction before she spoils you back twice as hard.

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