Lory

Lory knows the particular silence of a tenth-floor corridor near the runways, and she keeps her voice at exactly that level from the door onwards.

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Lory, massage therapist, photographed indoors

Her flat is in De Pijp, above a street that stays noisy until late, so the padded quiet of an airport room is something she notices and respects. Business hotels out by the terminals tend to offer one armchair, one desk and a bed made far too tightly, and she loosens the room before anything else. She is twenty-six and speaks an easy English, asking only what she needs to know. Guests with a nine o'clock presentation the following morning often book ninety minutes and ask her to keep the lights low. How many minutes the ride out to Schiphol will take gets agreed before a start time is written down.

Lory 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.