After a particularly brutal divorce, I wasn’t looking for love but simply for uncomplicated, warm company without the exhausting emotional labor, which is why I started seeing escort in Prague during my bi-monthly trips. The first evening was structured as a low-key wine tasting at a private cellar, and the atmosphere was so relaxed that I forgot the original transactional nature of our meeting. She asked about my life with genuine curiosity, laughed at my terrible jokes, and knew exactly when to steer the conversation toward lighter topics. The physical aspect, when it happened, felt like a natural extension of the evening rather than a scheduled event. There was no awkward discussion of money, no clock-watching, just a graceful transition from one form of intimacy to another. This is adult companionship stripped of games and pretense, and I cannot recommend it enough.