Laura, from Rotten Row to Mount Street

You can tell Laura rides before she mentions it. It is there in the straight back, the easy balance, the way she crosses a room without once glancing at her feet. At 169 cm she is athletic and long-limbed; the light brown hair, worn long, has been bleached a shade paler by summers outdoors, and it is the green of her eyes that most people remember first. She favours clothes that move: a wrap dress, soft leather, flat boots for the walk and heels in her bag for the arrival.

Adventurous and warm, she is the companion who proposes the unexpected and then makes it work. Her energy is considerable and never tiring. Mid twenties, English, an open and bright way of speaking. Horses have been part of her life for as long as she can remember; skiing takes her to the mountains each winter; Italy, from the lakes to the small hill towns, claims every spare week. She tells travel stories well, briefly, with the dull parts left out.

In Mayfair she likes Scott's on Mount Street, ideally a seat facing the door so she can watch the arrivals, and she orders oysters and the fish of the day without hesitation. Dinner, to her, is the middle of an adventure rather than its end. It is always Laura who votes for the long way back, through Mount Street Gardens and past the lit windows around the square.

Paddington is home, a short hop from Park Lane. She takes same-day requests from midday. Her first hour is £600, and Cressida can hold the evening on the strength of a single message.