Marry

Om mig

Brand new in town — and I mean this week, not last season.

I'm Mary, Brazilian, and I'm the sort of company that gets found rather than advertised: playful, hungry, up for most of what you've been thinking about and a few things you haven't got round to yet. Everything here is still to be discovered.

Every photo is mine and every photo is recent. Nothing borrowed, nothing from ten kilos ago. Whoever you see on the screen is the girl who opens the door, which spares us both the awkward first thirty seconds.

Bring me an idea and I'll build on it. The only thing I ask is that you're a decent, cultured man about it — say what you want with a bit of taste and I'll turn it into something better than the version in your head. Crude demands land badly. Imagination lands very well.

Availability: 24 hours, seven days. I don't pick up withheld or foreign numbers, so call from something I can actually see. Dinner and after-dinner both work, and once we're alone there's no clock rushing either of us.

I also do a full body-to-body massage with warm oils, finished with a long erotic bath — treat that as an afternoon, not a fifteen-minute extra.

Call me. Routine is a terrible way to spend a week.