Banks keeps her evenings in the Jordaan free of plans that run late, because the message she waits for usually comes from a restaurant table somewhere across the canals. She speaks French and English, and she reads a short text as well as a long one. She leans towards tantra and sensual work, both paced slowly enough that a heavy dinner is no obstacle. She asks one thing of a guest: be in the room, with the lights as you want them, before she reaches the corridor.

Banks decides which bookings she takes and may decline any of them; she sets the limits for what a session includes, says what they are, and may end a visit at any point, as the terms set out.