Justine

In the 19th century, opera girls (ballet dancers who performed the dance interludes that took place during every opera) were the most sought after female company. Gentlemen brought gifts to their dressing rooms after the show and begged the great good fortune of accompanying them to a soirée, where they might have deigned to kick off their satin slippers and entertain the assembled company. Those with the prettiest presents became essentially sugar daddies, earning the right to spend beautiful hours with them between silken, perfumed sheets.

I fell in love with ballet at the age of 7. This love has led me on a winding path, through a forest of beautiful choreography and crushing disappointments, and, above all, a unique and rarified communion with my animal body. It’s the sort of thing that people notice in the street, on the subway; in line at the coffee shop, they ask me if I’m a dancer. I say yes. It is who I am.

It makes sense that we dancers are conspicuous. We are a different species. Hence, we don’t always fit into this world.

However, through becoming an escort, I get to connect with clients and feel aligned with this beautiful history of ballerina companionship, beautiful clothes, and torrid nights. Join me and allow your entire self and your entire animal body to react, freed from the weight of the terrestrial, where we all must dwell at least some of the time. Let’s escape together.