Red hair, a river view and a cold glass: that is Luna's idea of a correct beginning. At 171 cm she is curvy and dresses boldly rather than safely, with dark auburn hair worn long and deliberately undone. Her brown eyes are direct enough to make the first sixty seconds genuinely interesting. Early twenties, she chooses clothes with weight to them, a satin dress that moves properly, a heavy coat, and heels she will swap the instant an evening turns into walking rather than sitting.
Bold is the obvious quality, and independence is the one that shapes an evening. She has her own views about where to go and states them plainly, though never at the expense of yours. Her English is fluent and direct. Wine is the serious interest, tasted properly rather than hoarded. Photography is what her hands do when there is nothing else for them. Theatre is what she books for herself on the nights when nobody else is free, and she prefers it that way.
Her Strand evening goes upwards first. The rooftop at ME London, eight floors above the curve of the Aldwych, hands you the whole river at once, and she times the booking for the light coming off the water rather than for the view of the traffic. One drink up there, then down to street level for dinner somewhere with a proper list, which she reads front to back before ordering the second cheapest bottle entirely on purpose.
Mayfair is home, and Monday to Thursday belong to work, which makes Strand and Aldwych an easy eight o'clock for her. Ask booking which of those four nights is still open and you will be told straight away.
Her home stage is Mayfair, 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.