Luna, bold from the first glass

Red hair, a red lip and firm opinions on red wine: Luna commits to a theme. She is bold in the best sense, independent enough to arrive with a plan of her own and generous enough to drop it the moment yours sounds better. People notice her in a lobby. She notices them noticing, and does not mind in the least.

Under hotel lights her long dark auburn hair reads almost crimson. She stands 171 cm, curvy and taller still in heels, with brown eyes that are quick to find the funny side of a room. Her wardrobe runs to one strong colour, sharp tailoring and gold at the ears. She is twenty two, and in English, her only language, she is fast and confidently funny. She takes photographs of reflections rather than faces: a dark window, a puddle, the brass of a lift door at midnight.

Her best evenings cross the river. A new play at the Bridge Theatre, right beside Tower Bridge, then a short walk to the Shard and the lift to Gong on the fifty second floor of the Shangri-La, where the list of bottles runs long and the view runs further. She asks the sommelier the question he was hoping nobody would ask, then orders the bottle he was secretly proud of. If you are staying in the tower, the evening simply continues a few floors down.

Luna lives in Mayfair but is just as happy at a London Bridge hotel with the Shard filling the window. Her working nights are Monday to Thursday; tell Henrietta the night and it will be arranged.