Too posh for Louboutins (
chavvy, don'tcha know?), no anal at all apart from her own head up her arse,
"I don't provide a public service", in an hour's booking you can wax lyrical about the humanities, her time spent studying abroad, and your shared esoteric passions like true
sapiosexuals but you don't get to fuck her.
For a WG with such a sneering tone, she really ought to be charging at least £400, but I suspect no-one in their right mind would pay that.
Still, at least she won't charge you extra to piss all over your cornflakes (but only if they're genuine Kellogg's, and certainly NOT Aldi -own-brand
).