Betsy

Betsy lives in the Centrum, a short walk from the central station, though her route and her timing are settled with the house before she leaves the door. She likes the odd shapes a layover produces: a room taken until four, a guest still wearing yesterday's shirt, a phone alarm already set for the gate. Soapy work she keeps for a room held until morning with a proper shower; a day room gets oil work. She keeps her English low in a room where someone may want to sleep afterwards.

Betsy decides which bookings she takes and may decline any of them; she sets the limits for what a session includes, says what they are, and may end a visit at any point, as the terms set out.