The art of preparation: body, lingerie and mindset
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I have one rule I never break: I don't see anyone unless I am one hundred percent ready. Not ready in the frantic, rushed sense. Ready in the calm, centred, in-my-body sense. It took me a few months to build this ritual, and now it is as natural as breathing. It is also why my appointments go well - not only because I am present for the other person, but because I am first present for myself.
The Bath - Never a Shower
It always begins with a bath. Never a shower on appointment days. A shower is for mornings, for waking up. A bath is something else entirely - it is a conditioning of both body and mind at once. I have a jasmine and vanilla bath oil that I use only on these evenings. The scent alone is now enough to shift me into the right state of mind. A Pavlovian conditioning I put in place without realising it.
I stay in the water for twenty to thirty minutes. No phone. Music - depending on my mood, sometimes slow jazz, sometimes something darker and electronic. I let the noise of the day dissolve. The translations waiting, the errands I haven't run, the messages I haven't answered - all of it leaves my head during that bath. What remains is just me.
The Body - Every Detail Matters
After the bath, caring for my body is a long and meticulous process. Exfoliation, moisturising, every area tended to with an attention most women reserve for special occasions. For me, it is every single time. Not for him - for me. Because a body that has been cared for feels different beneath hands. More supple, more alive, more aware of itself.
I choose my perfume according to the man and my mood. I have six or seven in rotation. A light musk for appointments that call for softness. Something woodier, almost masculine, for men who like to be slightly unsettled. A spiced oriental for evenings when I know it's going to be intense. Perfume is the last layer I apply, always in the same places - the nape of the neck, the wrists, and one place I keep to myself.
The Lingerie - The Most Strategic Decision of the Evening
I could write an entire article about this - and I will. But in the context of preparation, lingerie is the most considered decision of the whole evening. Not the dress. Not the shoes. What no one can yet see is what shapes everything else.
I have three dedicated drawers. The first: fine lace and muted colours - burgundy, deep black, ivory. For elegant men, long dinners, evenings that call for subtlety. These are sets that are revealed slowly and are worth the wait. The second: more assertive lingerie - satin, visible seams, waist-cinchers. For clients who prefer a more constructed, more theatrical aesthetic. The third drawer I open rarely, but it exists - for particular evenings, specific requests, men who know exactly what they want and have asked for it clearly.
The choice sometimes takes five minutes. Sometimes I know in an instant. It depends on what I know about the man, on what I want to feel myself, and on an intuition I have developed over time that rarely leads me wrong.
Getting Dressed - The Moment Desire Begins
What I don't often say is that getting dressed is frequently the moment I truly step into the evening. There is something in slipping on lingerie chosen for someone, in sliding a dress over a prepared body, in fastening heels - a sequence of gestures that resembles a staging in which I am both director and lead actress.
Sometimes, while dressing, I place my hands on myself. Not in a systematic way, not mechanically. Just an awareness of the body, a check that everything is there, that I am at ease in my skin. Some evenings, the anticipation is already physical before the evening has even begun. That is a sign it will be good.
The State of Mind - The Part No One Sees
The physical preparation is the visible part. The mental preparation is harder to explain.
What I try to do in those two hours is to disconnect entirely from what I call my administrative life - the bills, the decisions, the small tensions of daily existence - and to reconnect with a version of myself that is slower, more sensory, more open. It is not a mask I put on. It is a part of me I activate. The difference matters.
Sometimes I am tired before an appointment. I've had a bad day. I want to stay on my sofa. In those moments, the ritual is even more important - because it invariably brings me back to a state where I am capable of being fully present. I have almost never regretted going to an appointment. I have often regretted cancelling one.
The Final Look
Before leaving, I always return to the mirror. Not for long. Just long enough to see myself as the other person will see me in a few minutes - the silhouette, the gaze, the posture. I check for one thing only: does the woman in the mirror look like she is exactly where she wants to be?
If the answer is yes, I pick up my keys and go.
The answer is almost always yes.
Sofia
Sofia, 27 — Based in Geneva, she fully embraces her life as a luxury escort and speaks about it openly.
Through her stories, she shares her beginnings, her experiences with an international clientele, the advantages of the job (luxury, freedom), but also the more complex realities. She writes in a simple, honest way about what truly happens behind the doors of Swiss hotels.
This text was originally written in French. It was then translated to be readable in your language.
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