Rooms Across Central London, and the Sixteen Therapists Who Work Them
Silk Room works from rooms in several central London districts — Paddington, Baker Street, Earl's Court, Sloane Square among them. Each therapist keeps her own; the exact address comes once a booking is confirmed. Sixteen therapists, each at her own rate. This page explains the arrangement, and where we are. Roughly.
Why the price belongs to the therapist, not the menu
Most places price the session: an hour costs this, ninety minutes costs that, whoever happens to be free. We price the therapist. Each of the sixteen sets her own rate, the rate sits on her card, and the session name changes nothing — ninety minutes with her costs what her card says, whether the booking reads tantric, sensual or nothing in particular.
The reasoning is dull, which is usually a good sign in reasoning. A session is only ever as good as the person giving it, and skill and demand differ across any sixteen people you could name. One flat price pretends otherwise. The bands run £250 to £350 for an hour, £350 to £500 for ninety minutes, £450 to £650 for two. Where a therapist puts herself inside those bands is her own verdict on her work — and guests read it exactly that way, which she knows.
The therapists
Sixteen of them. Each trained in conventional massage before learning this work, and each can turn down a booking or end a session without ringing anyone for permission. A therapist who cannot say no cannot do this job well. Ours can, and occasionally do.
Her card is the contract, as far as we are concerned: the rate on it is exact, and what her sessions include is what the session pages say. If the therapist you want is not free at your time, we say so and offer another slot — not a quiet substitute we hope you will not clock.
The boundaries, and why they are in writing
This is a massage studio and the sessions are massage — nothing else is offered, and nothing else gets negotiated in the room. Guests do not touch the therapist. If she says stop, the session stops. Those lines sit on every relevant page of this site, because the alternative is a guest arriving with the wrong idea and a therapist managing it alone behind a closed door.
Publishing it costs us the odd enquiry every month, from people who wanted something we do not sell. Sod's law says somewhere vaguer collects them. They are welcome.
Where we are
Not one address — rooms in several central districts: Paddington, Bayswater, Baker Street, Edgware Road, Earl's Court, Barbican and Sloane Square among them. Each therapist works from her own, and her card says which. The exact address, down to which buzzer, comes with the booking confirmation. From the pavement every one of them is an ordinary door among ordinary tenants, and reads as exactly that.
Every room sits a few minutes' walk from a tube station — Paddington even keeps the Heathrow trains handy for anyone coming straight off a flight. Whichever district your therapist works from, you will not be trekking: the rooms were picked partly so a guest can step off a train, walk two or three quiet minutes and be inside. Nobody has ever described getting to one as an expedition.
And if you would rather we came to you
The whole of London is workable — hotels, flats, and the airports: Heathrow, Gatwick, Luton, Stansted, City. Everything she needs — the folding table, oils, towels — arrives in one case, the table goes up in about ten minutes, and it all leaves with her afterwards. The same outcall any mobile massage therapist in London makes, and hotels see it daily.
For most of the therapists the travelling rate is her studio rate. The far edges of the city and the late end of the evening are the exceptions, and both get agreed in writing before anything is booked. No figure changes once she is through your door.
Who you would be booking
Sixteen therapists work here. Each sets her own hourly rate, and each page says plainly who she suits and who she does not.
