A Routine Booking That Felt… Different

I’ve met many clients over the years, each with their own reasons for seeking companionship. Some need warmth. Some need escape. And some just don’t want to eat dinner alone.

When I got the request from Ethan, a 33-year-old tech executive visiting Toronto for a startup summit, I expected the usual: dinner, maybe a drink, and a polite goodbye at the hotel door. But from the moment he opened his suite at the Shangri-La and gave me that half-nervous, half-sincere smile, I sensed this night would be different.

“Can We Just… Talk First?”

Before we even sat down to dinner, he asked, “Can we just talk for a bit first? I’ve had the weirdest day.” So we sat on the couch, wine in hand, while he told me how his co-founder had just bailed on their pitch, leaving him to present to 300 investors alone.

“I didn’t book you for sex,” he said, almost apologetically. “I just… I couldn’t face another cold hotel night.”

I nodded. I understood. People assume escorts are only here for one thing. But sometimes, connection is what clients crave most.

Chinatown, Bubble Tea, and Arcade Games

The next night, he booked me again. “No fancy restaurants,” he said, “Let’s do something local.”

So we wandered Toronto’s Chinatown, grabbed dumplings, and found a little bubble tea shop tucked away near Spadina. We laughed over bad kung fu movies playing on the wall-mounted TV, then stumbled into a retro arcade where I destroyed him at air hockey.

I hadn’t laughed like that with a client in months.

The Moment That Surprised Me

Back at his hotel, Ethan paused before we parted.

“I didn’t know it was possible,” he said, “to feel this… normal, this human, when everything around me feels so high-stakes and artificial.”

I didn’t expect the lump in my throat. After all, I’m the one people come to for comfort. But this man—this client—had given me something too: a weekend where I wasn’t just “Sienna the escort,” but Sienna the woman. The friend. The human being.

Why I’ll Always Remember Ethan

There was no third night. His flight left early Monday morning. He left a thank-you note and a single wrapped fortune cookie.

The fortune read: You will be remembered for your kindness more than your beauty.

I still keep it in my wallet.