Petite, quick to laugh and happiest when the bartender lets her taste the new menu first.
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Jasmin is petite, 160 cm, with chestnut hair that hangs long and straight and eyes, brown and bright, that give away every joke a second before she tells it. She dresses in boutique hotel chic, which in practice means a satin skirt, a fitted knit, a small bag worn across the body and heels that add exactly enough. In her early twenties, bubbly without being loud, she is the companion who makes a quiet lobby feel like the start of a good night rather than the end of a long day.
Curiosity runs everything. She wants to know what you do, where you flew in from and what the airline served, and she remembers your answers an hour later. Salsa is her way of burning off a week; perfume is her way of remembering one, with a scent chosen for each season and a firm opinion on which ones are wasted in hotel corridors. Mixology is the hobby that makes her useful at any bar, since she can read a cocktail list in thirty seconds flat. Her English is quick, friendly and full of questions.
From Soho she boards the Elizabeth line at Tottenham Court Road and steps off at Paddington about five minutes later, which makes a late start simple. Her W2 evening then heads west to Portobello Star, a narrow cocktail bar on Portobello Road with a serious gin shelf, where she will talk bitters with the bartender while you find two stools. One drink there, a second somewhere quieter, then a taxi back towards your hotel, window down if the night is warm.
Late starts suit Jasmin, so after 9pm she meets guests at hotels around Bayswater without any fuss. Pick an hour, name your hotel and send it to the desk; the reply follows within fifteen minutes.
Jasmin is at her best on late starts after 9pm, and the train puts her at Paddington minutes after leaving Soho. Ninety minutes at £400 is her favourite length for a cocktail and a conversation.
Every line is quoted in whole pounds and settled with her in cash on arrival. Travel, airport minimums and cancelling are set out on the rates page.
Jasmin is based around Soho and comes out to W2 hotels and homes like everyone on the board. No travel charge applies anywhere in Zones 1 and 2.
21:15. Jasmin messages the desk that she is two minutes away, and she is. In the lobby she breathes in, guesses the hotel's signature scent and is usually right. First stop is the hotel bar, where she orders something off menu and explains the recipe to you in three steps.
By 22:00 you are in a cab to Portobello Road. She asks the driver for his favourite song and hums it later. At the bar she tastes, adjusts, laughs at your order and then steals a sip of it. If music drifts out of anywhere nearby she will pull you into two minutes of salsa on the pavement, then claim it did not count. The ride back takes ten minutes, and she spends them planning what you should order next time.
Fig and cedar, very lightly. Anything sweet in a lift is a crime. I have opinions about lifts, and I share them.
In a basement class with terrible lighting and a brilliant teacher. I still count the steps under my breath.
A daiquiri. Rum, lime, sugar and no disguise at all. If they get that one right, I trust them with anything on the menu.
This log only grows when a client who actually met Jasmin writes in afterwards. The desk reads every note before it appears, prints it under a first name and the month of the booking, and never drafts one itself. Empty for now is the honest state.
Checked before publishing · first name plus month · removed whenever Jasmin asks
Tap WhatsApp and a message naming Jasmin is ready to go. Fill in the day, the start time and where you are staying; the reply lands inside a quarter of an hour.
