Felicity, 30 — Escort in Dubai

Thirty, silver-haired by choice, Turkish by blessing — and I only receive. My door in Downtown, my rules, my rituals. I’m Felicity, and guests who cross my threshold agree the arrangement favours everyone.

What waits inside: a warm 165 cm of Anatolian hospitality, tea or something stronger, and a hostess with a decade more polish than the girls still learning what silence is for. My figure is generous where generosity counts; my conversation runs from Bosphorus politics to beautiful nonsense; my attention, once you have it, is total.

Turkish women are famous for making guests feel like sultans — I uphold the tradition with modern amenities and no queue of viziers. The more particular delights of my company are discussed inside, face to face, as such things should be.

An hour begins from 1600 AED — old-world value, old-city warmth, new-city address. Knock properly: message first, arrive on time, leave planning your return.