Stacy, off script

At 176 cm, Stacy is taller than almost everyone in the room, and she has never once tried to blend in. Her hair is long and so dark a brown that it reads as black under city lights, her eyes are deep brown, and her slim frame suits the edgy, metallic glamour she wears after dark: a silver slip dress, a cropped leather jacket, sharp heels, one bold ring. She looks like the best photograph from a night out, the one everybody asks to see again.

Bold, a little sultry and gloriously spontaneous, Stacy is the companion for guests who like a night with some surprises in it. Her English is fluent, fast and very funny. She takes street photographs wherever she goes, quick candid frames of taxi queues and neon reflections, snowboards every winter with fearless enthusiasm, and adores stand-up comedy, the smaller and more crowded the room, the better. Her humour is sharp without ever being unkind, and she laughs at herself first.

Chelsea is home, but she treats the whole of central London as her playground. An evening with her might open in the late afternoon among the photography at the Saatchi Gallery on Duke of York Square, then take a taxi across town for the late comedy at Soho Theatre on Dean Street, where she laughs louder than anyone. After that the plan is entirely open: a cocktail somewhere dimly glamorous, a stroll past the lit windows of the King's Road, or straight back to your hotel with the city still glittering.

Stacy lives in Chelsea and happily heads to Soho and the West End for a night out. See the rates page, then send booking a message, even at short notice.