Alexandra

Russians don't smile at strangers for no reason, and I'm no exception. I keep a straight face, make a dry joke and wait. Most people get it about ten seconds later.

I'm Alexandra, 34, and I'm happy to be called a mature escort. To me that means I know what I like and I don't pretend otherwise.

Roleplay is what I do best, and I've been at it for years. Before a booking we agree on the character, and I bring the costume and whatever props she needs. Once we start, I stay in it, even when you slip. I don't laugh and I don't stop to ask if it's going okay. Uniforms and latex are in my wardrobe.

Then there's kissing, which I refuse to rush. I've learned that the slow version is always the better one.

Size 8, brunette, blue eyes. And yes, I wear heels even to the corner shop, a Russian habit I never grew out of. I'm in Earls Court, and I'll come to Heathrow or City Airport if you're flying in.