Molly, just getting started at ten
A spritz on Old Compton Street, house music after midnight, and no curfew.
- Age
- 24
- Height
- 164 cm
- Hair
- long dark brown, wavy
- Eyes
- brown
- Build
- curvy
- Languages
- English
- Based in
- Soho
- Visits
- Hotels and residences
Her own photos, matched to her in person before they went up. Photo Policy
On Molly
- Soho, W1D
- House music, cocktails, classic cars
- Curvy, 164 cm
- Long dark brown waves, brown eyes that laugh first
Based in Soho, and happy to travel to any hotel in town.
Molly's evenings start where most people's end. At ten o'clock, when the restaurants are sending out the last coffees, she is only just putting on her earrings. Warm, playful and entirely confident, she has the ease of someone who has never once been nervous walking into a crowded room, and a gift for making you feel the same.
Curvy at 164 cm, with dark brown hair falling in long waves and brown eyes that are usually laughing at something, she dresses for the night with a wink: a satin slip, a vintage leather jacket, heels she can dance in. She is in her mid twenties. In English, her only language, a laugh is never more than a sentence away. She loves house music, loud and late, and she knows more about old cars than most people at a classic rally, which she enjoys proving.
Her ideal night starts at Swift on Old Compton Street, a spritz at the bright bar upstairs and something with whisky in the low lit room downstairs. After midnight she might suggest a cab to Fabric in Farringdon for an hour of proper house music, or she might decide the best sound in London is the playlist she builds for your hotel room. Either way the night ends late and nobody is in a hurry.
Molly lives in Soho, so the West End hotels are minutes from her door and the City is a short cab east. Her bookings start from ten at night; give Henrietta the hotel and the hour, and Molly takes care of the rest.
Molly, after hours
Ten o'clock, Old Compton Street, still busy. Molly waves from the window of Swift and has a spritz waiting. Downstairs the room is low lit and she orders something with whisky in it for herself, then asks what music you listened to at twenty. She knows the answer before you finish and has a story about it. Around midnight the plan forks. Some nights it is a cab to Farringdon and an hour at Fabric among a crowd moving to the same beat, her hands in the air for the one track she has been waiting for. Other nights she decides the best sound system in London is the one in your hotel room, plugs in her phone and plays you her own playlist, track by track, explaining each one as it starts.
Molly, answering
3 things guests tend to ask before booking, answered in Molly's own words.
Start with a spritz upstairs, then go down and trust the bartender with whisky. Two drinks, no more, then we move on.
It is my favourite kind. I am wide awake at two in the morning, and I would rather see the sun come up over a good conversation than go home early.
Test me. I go to a vintage rally every summer and can talk about engines for longer than you would expect.
Hours and rates
Molly starts at ten and prefers to finish late, so three hours at £700 or an overnight at £1,800 suit her better than a single hour. She is usually at a West End hotel within the hour.
Whichever length you pick, you settle the figure with Molly face to face once she is with you. Her taxi to a Zone 1 or Zone 2 address is already priced in.
Platforms near her base- Tottenham Court RoadCentral, Northern, Elizabeth line3min
- Leicester SquareNorthern, Piccadilly4min
- Oxford CircusBakerloo, Central, Victoria6min
Notes on Molly
No notes on file for Molly yet, and the desk will never invent one. Guests add a note only once a booking has actually taken place; it shows nothing but their first name and when it was written, and Henrietta reads every one before it is posted.
Should Molly want a note about her withdrawn, it comes down the same day.
Also on the rota
Book Molly
The message opens with Molly already named. Add the date, the length and your hotel, and the desk sends back the minute she will knock.