Luna, bold De Pijp escort with auburn red hair

De Pijp never quite goes to bed. The Albert Cuyp traders roll down their shutters, the wine bars on the side streets fill up, and the light from a hundred small windows spills across rows of wet bicycles. Luna moves to this quarter's lively, independent rhythm, and a good deal of it travels with her wherever the evening leads.

Only 22, and bold with it. She stands 171 cm, curvy, her long dark auburn red hair turning to copper under lamplight, her brown eyes carrying a knowing glint. Bold modern glamour is her signature: crisp white, a single strand of pearls, a look that knows precisely what it is doing. Sensual in her enjoyment of fine things and fiercely independent, she is the sort of companion who suggests the second bottle and chooses it rather well. Pearls, she says, are for women with nothing to prove, which is exactly why she wears them.

Wine tasting is where that appetite shows best; she can talk terroir for twenty minutes without a single pretentious word. Photography is her other lens on the world, and she loves the canals of the old centre after dark for the way their neon bleeds colour into black water, a scene she has shot from nearly every bridge between the Nieuwmarkt and the Damrak. Theatre completes the trio. Front row, daring productions, and afterwards a spirited dissection of every choice the director made, whether you agree with her or not. She has also been known to talk a hesitant guest into the best dessert on the menu, then steal precisely one bite.

None of it is performance. Luna simply prefers a life lived at full volume, and she makes room in it for whoever is sitting across the table, curious about your opinions and happy to be persuaded by a good one.

She belongs to our De Pijp circle and reaches the canal ring and the museum quarter with ease. Bianka is a kindred spirit where wine is concerned, and those who share her taste for the stage might also enjoy the gentler company of Lea.