Vintage silk, hazel eyes and an argument already waiting about the second bottle.
Photographs compared with Bianka in person · listing checked September 2026 · Photo policy
Ask Bianka where dinner should happen and the answer arrives before the question has finished. She stands 165 cm, softly curved, unhurried on a heel. The light brown hair falls past her shoulders and turns to something close to gold at the ends, and the hazel eyes warm up the moment a candle is lit near them. Early twenties by birth certificate and several decades older in wardrobe, she dresses in vintage silk, a nipped waist, a lipstick chosen to flatter the wine rather than the dress.
Warmth arrives first with her and attention second, and it is the attention people remember afterwards. She asks questions that are genuinely about you, then repeats your answers back a fortnight later, which is unnerving the first time it happens. Her English is fluent and unhurried. She cooks southern Italian food properly, learned standing next to somebody rather than reading anything, collects clothes from the forties, and can discuss a wine list at length without turning it into an examination of your taste.
Her Covent Garden evening is built around one long table. Ave Mario on Garrick Street suits her best, all painted ceilings and cheerful noise, where dinner runs three hours because nobody at the table wants to stand up and leave. She will order for everyone if invited to, splits every plate down the middle, and drinks one glass considerably slower than you expect her to. Afterwards the Piazza is lit, the performers have packed up their crates, and the walk back is quiet.
She keeps a flat in Knightsbridge, so a day of notice lets the desk hold a proper table in Covent Garden rather than whatever is left at eight o'clock. One line to booking with the date in it starts the whole thing moving.
Her home stage is Knightsbridge, and she travels from there to the venues this house covers. Her full listing sits with the rest of the company on the companions page.
A dinner date runs four hours at £900, which is the shape that suits her best, and a day of notice usually secures the table she actually wants. It is confirmed after one short exchange on WhatsApp covering the booking name, the hotel and which room you are in.
Each length on the ladder, the travel rule and the terms for a change of plan are set out line by line on the rates page, and the wording to send sits on the booking page.
// Time and companionship only · travelling anywhere across Zones 1 and 2 adds nothing · the figure is settled with her in person
Dinner is booked for eight and she arrives already dressed for it, which settles the tone before anyone has opened a menu. The first twenty minutes go on the wine list, some of it teasing, none of it showing off, and she will ask what you actually like before she suggests anything. Two dishes you did not order appear in the middle of the table because she wants you to try them.
By the time the plates are cleared the room has grown louder and she has grown quieter, which is her favourite part of any evening. What follows is open: a walk through the Piazza while it empties, a nightcap somewhere with a low ceiling and no music, or the hotel bar while it is still serving. Whichever you choose, she will not be the one checking the time.
Never by the price of it. Only by whether he asks what I might like first, which costs nothing and tells me everything I need to know.
Something old and beautifully made. Silk if the room is warm, wool crepe if it is not, and always a colour that agrees with candlelight.
Tomatoes cooked down for hours with too much garlic. My grandmother never wrote any of it down, so I had to learn it standing at her elbow.
Bianka is on call today. Dinner dates, a day of notice preferred Message the desk and we will confirm the hour before anything is held.
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Each card opens a pass of its own, with the same rail, the same photo call and a message already written in her name.
Tap WhatsApp and a message with Bianka named in it is already waiting. Add the day, the hour, how long you would like her and the house you are staying in, and the desk writes back inside a quarter of an hour with whether she is free.
