Irina

Hi, I’m Irina! I’m the shortest lady here but the most dominant, in contrast to my size – and I’m the only one with a girlfriend rather than just friends, which gives me something nobody else has.

I’m five foot two and I have spent my entire adult life watching men underestimate me for about ninety seconds. It’s reliable. They see small, they see twenty-six, they relax – and then I say something and watch them recalculate. I quite enjoy that part. I’m East European, I’m blunt, and I don’t have the patience to pretend otherwise over the course of an evening. What I want from someone is quickness. Say the thing you’re actually thinking. I promise I’ve heard worse, and I’d much rather laugh with you than wait while you work up to it.

Brunette, brown eyes, size 4, no tattoos, small and natural breasts. I like to wear corsets, fishnets, a catsuit when in a fetish mood, latex, leather, tall boots, gloves, heels that do what they can for me. Green lingerie is what I reach for, which surprises everyone, and black when I’m feeling less contrary. There’s a full rack of uniforms in my wardrobe as well – slutty maid, slutty nurse, naughty schoolgirl, slutty secretary, slutty teacher. I didn’t expect to love them as much as I do. It isn’t really the costume. It’s the second a man walks in and forgets how a sentence works.

Marble Arch is home, and I’m around Marylebone, Baker Street, Edgware Road, Lancaster Gate and Mayfair most nights. Dinner first, always – Italian if I’m choosing, chocolate mousse afterwards, prosecco in my hand for most of the evening. Then a private party or something with a dress code, somewhere with music worth staying for. I dance for hours and I’m aware of being watched while I do it. I don’t think I’ve ever been the one to suggest going home.

Control is what I enjoy most, and being this size means I’ve had to be good at it rather than loud about it. I like being adored and I like being listened to. Teasing, restraint, costumes, a long slow build, a bit of edge when we’ve talked it through first – and we always talk it through first, because guessing is how an evening goes wrong. I’m loud and I hold nothing back once I’m comfortable. If you were hoping for shy, you’ve very much come to the wrong profile.

Melissa is my girlfriend, and the first time the three of us went out together my date spent the whole dinner trying to work out what he was looking at. He was so polite about it. Eventually Melissa just told him, bluntly, and he went bright red and then laughed properly for the first time all evening. He’d been so busy being careful that he hadn’t actually been there. That’s the thing I’d want anyone to take from this – the carefulness is what ruins it, never the honesty.

I set the rules in advance. No surprises on anyone, discretion without being asked. I’m bisexual and I’ve never been quiet about it, and a lot of my favourite nights have had three people in the room. Plenty of what’s in my drawer isn’t just for me.

What I want is a man who’s confident enough to be direct and secure enough to let someone smaller than him take charge. Older is absolutely fine. Don’t be careful with me. Tell me what you want and let’s see how the night turns out.