Windsor escorts, SL4: a small town beneath a castle, with a long memory for faces

The hotels here sit mostly along the High Street and Thames Street, SL4 1, within sight of the castle walls, and they are small enough for the same staff to see the same faces all week. That is why your companion uses the front door. A woman slipping in by a side entrance is exactly what a small hotel remembers; a woman in a good coat arriving for dinner is not. She asks for you by name at the table, or comes up to the room directly, whichever you told Octavia.

A Windsor dining room is smart without being grand, and she dresses for it: a dress that suits a table near the river, a coat for the walk afterwards, nothing that belongs at a Mayfair gala. If the evening allows a stroll, the riverside towards the bridge to Eton is public and calm, and two people walking there draw no more attention than the swans do. The table, and whatever else the evening costs, falls to you as host.

Some evenings are not in SL4's hotels at all but at a private house out towards the Great Park or the villages along the river. Tell Octavia what your companion needs to arrive without fuss: whether there is a gate and how it opens, where the car should stop, whether anyone else is at home. If there is staff, say how you would like her introduced. A friend down from London for dinner is answer enough, and she will be exactly that until the door closes.