Dildos, Fitness Outfit, French Maid, Latex, Nurse, School Girl, Secretary, Short Skirt, Stockings and Suspenders
Likes
69, A-Level, Being Filmed (with mask), CIF, CIM, COB, Deep Throat, DFK, GFE, Incall Escorts, Massage, Outcall Escorts, OWO, Prostate Massage, Rimming (giving), Rimming (receiving), Role Play, Striptease, Submissive, Swallow
Extras
A-Level
£ 100
Being Filmed (with mask)
£ 200
CIF
£ 50
CIM (includes OWO)
£ 80
DFK
£ 20
OWO
£ 50
Prostate Massage
£ 30
Rimming (giving)
£ 150
Swallow (includes OWO & CIM)
£ 100
Rates
Duration
Incall
Outcall
30 Minutes
£ N/A
£ N/A
1 Hour
£ 450
£ 500
90 Minutes
£ 650
£ 700
Extra hour
£ 300
£ 300
Dinner date (3hrs)
£ N/A
£ 1100
Overnight (8hrs)
£ 2300
£ 2300
• All services and prices are provided based on escort's sole discretion
• TAXI FARE POLICY: The outcall rates listed on the website include the escort’s travelling time but NOT the taxi fares.
Depending on distance between the lady’s location and yours, taxi fares might be added to the total price just before booking confirmation.
In the labyrinthine semiotics of modern desire, where indications multiply like mirrors in a Borges story, Alicia emerges as a living palimpsest of sexual signification. A Brazilian escort of twenty-something summer seasons, she measures a precise 5'5", her body a remarkably proportioned message: chestnut hair plunging in fluid parentheses over shoulders that promise both haven and ravishment, eyes the color of charred sugar holding the conspiratorial warmth of a secret shared in admission.
Her augmented C-cup breasts and the taut UK size 8 silhouette compose a grammar of temptation that oscillates between the carnal exuberance of Ipanema and the demure promise of the girl next door, an ontological paradox resolved in the heat of encounter. She speaks fluent English and Portuguese, yet her true mother tongue is the ineffable dialect of skin: deep French kissing that erases borders, a girlfriend experience so convincingly tender it threatens to collapse the distinction between transaction and transcendence.
Within the personal movie theater of her main London incall (or sent off like prohibited scripture to your picked elsewhere), Alicia carries out the old ceremonies with scholarly accuracy: sensual massage as slow exegesis, deep throat as spiritual immersion, the explosive rites of CIM and CIF, the lively anointment of COB. Her closet makes up a veritable library of proclivity: latex that clings like glossolalia, nurse uniforms that heal through wrong, schoolgirl pleats that corrupt innocence, assistant skirts sharp sufficient to attract symbolic blood. Toys wait like marginalia, ready to illuminate the text.
Exclusively represented by Cleopatra Escorts, Alicia stands as the rare sign that signifies nothing but itself: pure, incandescent presence. One appointment and the gentleman discovers, like Eco’s Adso in the forbidden library, that some knowledge changes the knower forever. Return is not repetition; it is exegesis without end.