I selected Nina primarily due to her height and appearance, both of which caught my attention. Initially, we had arranged for an outcall to my hotel, but upon realizing that her incall location was quite close, we decided to switch plans. She seemed more at ease with that decision, which was understandable. Her apartment was tidy and well-kept, but the building’s lobby, elevator, and hallways carried a strong smell of weed—something that immediately struck me as indicative of the type of residents in the building. It’s not the kind of environment you’d expect from affluent professionals, who generally wouldn’t be smoking in shared spaces like that.
When Nina greeted me, she did so with a friendly smile, but there was no physical contact. She wore a simple, modest outfit of jeans and a sweater. She resembled her photos, but I’d say she looked about 10 years older than in the pictures. Nina admitted as much, explaining that her photos were a bit outdated. While her face had filled out and she appeared older, she still maintained a pretty, approachable look.
What I found a bit odd was that she gave me a brief tour of her apartment. It’s a small space, and I could stand in one spot and see almost everything. There didn’t seem to be a need for a formal walkthrough, especially when she pointed out things like a bookshelf and said, “These are some of my books.” It felt a bit like an attempt to fill space and pass time.
The interaction itself followed a very scripted routine. Rather than letting things unfold naturally, Nina kept announcing each step of the agenda. "Now we can go into the bedroom and talk," she said. Then, “I’ll go put on something for you,” followed by, “Let me freshen up with some perfume,” and so on. She even mentioned that she would dance for me to a song, and then insisted that she perform another dance to a second song. It all felt a bit mechanical and lacking the any passionate connection I had hoped for.
There were a few pleasant moments, which I’ll detail in the more intimate part of the review.