Angelika, back from the late set

ARRIVAL NOTE: black hair, straight and glossy, worn down well past the shoulders. Angelika walks into a lobby the way she walks onto a tennis court, weight forward, chin level, already reading the room. At 172 cm, athletic through the shoulders, she has brown eyes that settle quickly on whoever booked her. The wardrobe is simple and exact: a dark dress that works in any bar, a jacket over one arm, heels she can actually walk in. Mid twenties, based in Mayfair, dressed for the building before she reaches it.

Confidence comes first. The playful side shows up about four minutes later, usually as a dry verdict on whatever canvas hangs behind reception. Contemporary work is her daytime obsession, and she will tell you which piece in the room she would take home and why the rest can stay. Tennis keeps her quick. Her English is fluent and warm, never rushed, and she is as comfortable with a table of your colleagues as with one guest who has spoken to people all day and would rather be spoken to.

Her kind of hotel night has music in the middle. Nine o'clock, drinks in your hotel bar. Ten, a short walk or a shorter cab to Ronnie Scott's on Frith Street for the late show, a small table, glasses kept full, phones face down. She listens properly and talks between numbers. By midnight you are back through the revolving door, the lift is empty, and the evening shifts to room service and the kind of conversation that only happens after good live music.

Angelika reaches hotels across the West End inside the usual arrival window. Every duration and price is laid out on the rates page. Message the desk now with your hotel and a start time.