Molly, playful company out of De Pijp

Midnight, a low lit bar somewhere south of the canals, and Molly is laughing at something the bartender said while he builds her a drink she ordered by describing a feeling rather than an ingredient. She has been in the room for forty minutes and appears to know everyone. She does not. That is simply what happens around her, and it is the main reason people book her a second time.

She is 24, 164 centimetres, curvy, with long wavy dark brown hair and brown eyes, and a bold glamour with a flirtatious edge to it that she carries with a complete lack of self consciousness. Warm first, playful second, confident throughout. She teases in a way that makes people braver rather than smaller, which is a harder trick than it looks.

House music is the reason she knows what time everything closes and which places lie about it. Craft cocktails are the reason she orders for the table when nobody can decide, and Tina is the one she compares notes with. Vintage cars are the genuine surprise: she can date an engine by the sound of it and would rather drive an old one badly than a new one well.

Her home ground is De Pijp, a few streets from the market and close enough to the centre that nothing takes long. She works in English and is an easy travelling companion through an evening, happy to lead when you are tired and happy to follow when you are not.

Molly is the booking for the night you want loud and warm rather than quiet and careful. Guests who arrive intending an early night rarely manage one, and not a single one of them has complained about it afterwards.

Dinner is only the departure lounge with Molly. Eat somewhere south of the canals, unfussy and busy, then hand her the routing, because she knows what time everything actually closes rather than what the websites claim.

A low lit bar comes next, where she orders a drink by describing a feeling instead of an ingredient and the bartender builds it anyway. Forty minutes in, the room behaves as though she has always been part of it, which is simply what she does to a bar. House music somewhere later if the night has the legs. Ask about the cars for the genuine surprise: she can place an old engine by ear alone, and she would far rather drive something ancient than something new. Guests who planned an early night rarely get one.