Dua, 23

After midnight, Dua gets softer. The scarf she wears all day comes off, her long wavy hair falls loose, and she starts talking about everything and nothing. Rain on the window. Tea going cold beside her. She is the kind of girl who asks what you dreamed about as a child, then waits for the answer.

Dua is 23. Home is Indore, in Madhya Pradesh. She talks slowly and warmly, in Hindi or English. In the day you could pass her on a wet colony road in a long navy kurta and a grey scarf, and never guess how easy she is to sit with late at night.

Her face? You will not find it here. She pulls the scarf up over it in one picture, hides behind a magazine in a bangle shop in another, and on her terrace lets her hair drop over it like a curtain. It is just her way. Tell us you are keen, and we pass her newest photos to you on Telegram before the booking.

She mostly meets people on the Cuttack side, near the railway station. For a slow, dreamy night, send the word "Dua" to @Bhubaneswarpateek on Telegram, or call 9938111222.