Luna, companion in the airport hotels
Far enough from the terminal that the night stops being a connection.
- Age
- 22
- Where she works from
- Airport Hotels
- Her home district
- Mayfair
- An hour opens at
- £250
- Height
- 171 cm
- Hair
- long, dark auburn red
- Eyes
- brown
- Figure
- curvy
- Languages
- English
About Luna
Some guests book a hotel because it is near the terminal and some because it is far enough away to feel like a night off, and Luna much prefers the second kind. Curvy, 171 cm, and the owner of long dark auburn red hair that most people remark on before they have finished saying hello, with brown eyes under a strong brow. Twenty two, she dresses with colour where everyone else out here wears grey: a deep green dress, a red lip, a coat worth keeping on for the first ten minutes.
She is playful, direct and impossible to embarrass. She likes an evening with a little mischief in it and she will start the mischief herself if nobody else does. English is her language, spoken with a grin behind most of it, and she is unusually good with guests who arrive tired and defensive and expecting to be handled. She cooks properly, and she will describe a dish in enough detail to make the hotel menu a disappointment before it even arrives.
The low block near junction four at Hayes is her pick of the airport hotels: low key, five minutes from the motorway and ten from the central terminals, with a bar that stays open later than the road outside would suggest. Luna travels out from Mayfair, about an hour by car in the evening, faster on the Elizabeth line as far as Hayes and Harlington, then a short ride west. Nothing out here runs shorter than three hours, her travel folded into that, which suits her, because she does not do brief.
Name your hotel to Hester and she will tell you how much of the night Luna wants for it. The airport hotels page goes through them one at a time, bar by bar, last orders included.
- Airport hotels, Heathrow perimeter
- 171 cm, curvy
- Long dark auburn red hair, brown eyes
- Twenty two, travels out from Mayfair
- Ten minutes from the central terminals
Booking her evening
Hester matches the booking length to the hotel, and the ones out at junction four want a longer evening than the ones you can walk to from a gate. Three hours is the shortest either way, travel included.
Her figures are the desk figures, published in full on rates, and the whole arrangement runs in one thread from the first line to the confirmation. Every frame in the hall is reached from the hall.
Also out to the perimeter
An evening with Luna
Luna arrives with more energy than the hour deserves and it is usually contagious. She starts downstairs if there is anywhere worth sitting, and at the junction four hotel there is, a bar that fills up around nine with flight crew and people who have given up on their own kitchens. She is very good at that room. Then dinner, and she will be honest about what is worth ordering and what is a photograph on a menu. The middle hours are where she does the real work: she asks the questions that people at airports never get asked, about the life at the other end of the flight rather than the flight itself. By the last hour the booking has stopped feeling like a booking. She is warm, she is funny and she does not rush a goodbye, which is why guests out here tend to ask for her again.
Luna, in her own words
Which airport hotel is best for a long night?
Are you as loud as you look?
How far out will you travel?
Where she sits on the roster
Written in afterwards
Nothing is written here for Luna yet, which out here is usually what discretion looks like. A note appears only when a guest writes one, she agrees to it, and the desk has checked that it reads as a first name, a month and nothing private.