Samanta, dressed for the banking hall

Samanta grades hotels on three things: the weight of the door handle, the colour of the lighting and the quality of the silence. Few pass all three, and she walks into the ones that do as if she were part of the fittings. Slim, 174 cm, dark brown hair falling smooth and long, eyes of deep brown, and a composed expression that turns heads without asking for it. Her style is noir glamour: black silk, a sharp shoulder, one fine gold chain. Late twenties, living in Mayfair.

Composure is her signature, and magnetism follows it. Samanta speaks when she has something to say and listens with complete attention the rest of the time. She has played violin since childhood and still practises most days, which gives her a musician's ear for a good voice and a bad acoustic. Learning languages is a quiet hobby; she collects phrases the way some people collect stamps, though her conversation with guests is always in English, calm, precise and warm underneath.

In the City her choice is The Ned, the former Midland Bank on Poultry, where the old banking hall holds several restaurants under one vast ceiling and the green stone columns feel made for an entrance. She meets you at the bar at seven, suggests the quieter room for dinner and orders with calm authority. Afterwards, a walk past the Bank of England, silent and floodlit, then back to your hotel, where the evening continues, composed from the first word to the last.

Her City evenings are listed under City of London. Dinner date pricing is on the rates page; confirm with the desk by mid afternoon.