Luna
Luna is twenty-three, brunette and based in De Pijp, and she gives body-to-body the patience of someone who has already cleared the rest of her evening.
The initials stand for body to body, and the house that publishes under them keeps a magazine's habits: a small masthead of fourteen women, five chapters permanently in print, a rate printed on every profile, and a deadline measured in minutes, an arrival in forty to sixty anywhere central once the hour is agreed, on every date the calendar owns.
Luna is twenty-three, brunette and based in De Pijp, and she gives body-to-body the patience of someone who has already cleared the rest of her evening.













Photographed for this house alone, and veiled online as a courtesy we extend to them before we promise it to you. In person, nothing is veiled.
Body-to-body is the house discipline; the rest of the menu is its close family. Every entry travels in one bag and is worked at the same unhurried pace, for the same fee.
A contents line gives you a title and little more. These five paragraphs describe how each hour actually feels, so your first message can name the right one.
Everything this house does starts here. She begins with her hands and warmed oil across the back and shoulders, brings her forearms into the stroke, and finally lets her own body carry the glide from your heels to the nape of your neck. The pressure comes from her weight rather than her wrists, which is why the rhythm feels fuller and slower than any spa appointment you remember. The body to body massage chapter follows that sequence from the first stroke to the last.
Nuru trades oil for a clear seaweed gel that keeps its slip for as long as the session lasts. A waterproof sheet goes over the bed before anything else, the gel is warmed in hot water, and the passes that follow are long and entirely without friction, something oil could never sustain for a full hour. A hot shower rinses it away afterwards in moments. Guests who already know they enjoy full contact often save it for a second booking; the nuru massage page explains what the room needs.
If recognisable massage should come first, begin with erotic oil. The opening stretch is honest bodywork along the spine, around the shoulder blades and down the backs of the legs, the places a desk chair or an overnight flight leaves stiff. Only once your breathing has settled does the touch grow lighter and more intimate. First-time guests choose it often because the start feels familiar, and the erotic oil massage chapter shows how the register shifts across the hour.
Sensual massage uses the same warm oils at half the speed. The strokes are feather light, the lamps stay low, and long pauses belong to the design rather than interrupting it. It suits the evening when your thoughts are still running after dinner or a difficult meeting, because nothing in the tempo asks you to keep pace. The sensual massage chapter describes that pacing in more detail than a contents line ever could.
Naked massage is a full-body oil session in which both of you are unclothed from the first minute. The strokes sit close to the erotic oil chapter; what changes is the openness, which does away with the small ceremony of towels being folded and moved halfway through. Returning guests often ask for it by name once the house feels familiar. The naked massage page sets out what the hour includes.
Forty to sixty minutes after your message, quietly dressed, quietly early. The room dims, the oil warms, the city ends at your door.
Hands first, then forearms, then the long glide of her whole body over yours. Body-to-body is not an extra on a menu here. It is the menu.
She reads breath, not clocks. Most first-time guests extend; she will only ask once, near the end, in case you would rather not be asked at all.
No reception to find, no unfamiliar stairwell, no second address to locate after dark. The only door in the arrangement is your own.
Outcall is not a compromise we put up with for want of a salon; it is the reason the work is good. A slow body to body session asks you to let go of the day entirely, and people let go most easily inside a room they already trust, with their own lock on the door and their own shower a few steps away.
It also changes what happens once the hour closes. Nobody has to dress again, find a taxi and cross a wet city at one in the morning. You stay exactly where the session left you, which for most guests means asleep not long after she has gone. For hotel guests the logic is simpler still, since the room is already warm, private and paid for, and our feature on b2b massage at your hotel deals with lobbies, lifts and night porters.
Apartments, rented flats and private homes work just as well. She needs a bed or a generous sofa, a warm room and a bathroom nearby, and she brings the rest herself: oils, gel, towels and the protective sheet that keeps your linen clean.
Five stages, no account at any of them; a deposit of half confirms the booking and the balance is paid at the door. The entire exchange lives in a single WhatsApp thread you can scroll back through, or clear, whenever you like.
Your hotel or street, the hour, the length, and a name from the roster or a technique from the menu. The room number can wait until she is close.
In about ten minutes, at any hour, you receive her name, a confirmed arrival window and the total for the time you asked for.
From her own district rather than a central base, so a door in the centre is usually reached forty to sixty minutes after confirmation. Schiphol hotels are by arrangement, with the journey time agreed before anything is fixed.
She arrives, you pay the balance in cash, by card or in crypto, the half sent after confirmation already cleared, and from then on the time is entirely yours.
If the evening deserves more, tell her before the hour closes and a further one is added at the rate the first was billed at. Otherwise she packs the bag, takes every towel with her and lets herself out quietly.
Features for the night you are having, long reads for the questions behind it, and a page for each district the fourteen cross on their way to you.
Schiphol hotels by arrangement, quoted on the thread.
Most bookings begin in one of a handful of situations. Each has a page of its own, written for the reader who happens to be in it tonight.
The flight landed late, the bags are still zipped and the city is too dark to explore. She comes up to the room, and nothing about the rest of the evening asks you to go back outside.
Read the hotel featureThe rate at four in the morning matches the rate at four in the afternoon, which is why so many messages arrive after the bars have closed.
What all night coversNever booked this kind of massage before? The primer covers etiquette, the room and the questions worth asking before you write, all in plain language.
The first-timer primerLong days in Zuidas meeting rooms end in hotel rooms close by, and both Nancy and Vanessa set out from that district, which keeps the journey to your door short.
The business trip issueA long-haul flight can leave you wide awake at local midnight. A slow, warm hour in the room is a gentler way to spend that stretch than scrolling in the dark.
The jet lag issueEight hours, priced as one block below the sum of its hours, cover an arrival, a long session, sleep and an unhurried morning. Half of it goes ahead once the thread confirms, so it is worth arranging a few hours early rather than on impulse.
The overnight long formThe questions that arrive before the booking does, answered briefly, and without ceremony.
Outcall only, and deliberately. There is no reception to find, no waiting room, no address to walk past twice. She comes to your hotel room or apartment, anywhere in central Amsterdam, with Schiphol’s hotels by arrangement.
One fixed hourly fee, printed on the page of each woman on the roster, with travel inside the ring included. Two masseuses on one guest cost twice that by the hour, and a couple with one each pays four times it. The figure at 3am is the figure at 3pm, and the second hour is billed like the first.
The desk confirms in about ten minutes; in the centre she knocks forty to sixty minutes after that. Name the woman, the address and the hour, that is the whole administration.
In two steps on most bookings: half by card, or by Revolut, Wise or crypto, once the thread confirms, the rest on arrival, before the oil warms, by card, in crypto, or in banknotes, with any non-euro amount written into the thread beforehand. Only a returning guest booking an hour or two for today pays it all at the door.
She arrives like any visitor, dressed for the street with an ordinary bag, and comes to the room number you give her. If your building asks guests to meet visitors in the lobby, say so when you book. When she goes, her towels and oils go with her.
Yes. Write her name in the first line and the reply tells you whether she is free at your hour. If she is taken, you are offered her next opening or a woman with a similar touch from a nearby district, never a silent substitute.
Warm, softly lit, with a clear path to the bathroom. Turn the heating up when the confirmation lands, because hotel rooms warm slowly. Oils, gel, towels and sheets arrive in her bag.
Twenty-one or over, without exception, for the person who books and for anyone else in the room. If she is not satisfied that everyone present meets that line, she leaves before the oil is opened, whatever the hour.
One message, your hotel or street, your hour, and the name that stopped your scroll. The desk answers in minutes; her knock follows inside the hour.