After midnight is not our closing time; it is a shift we staff on purpose. Therapists working — not woken — through the small hours, arriving quietly at hotels and apartments across Amsterdam, at exactly the rate the afternoon pays.
There is a simple test for any service claiming to work late: what happens to the second booking? An operator running on one tired phone past midnight can sometimes produce one therapist; ask for a four-hand session at two in the morning and the story collapses. Ours does not, because the night is rostered like the day — a coordinator who is awake because she is working, therapists scheduled onto the night shift rather than dragged out of bed, and enough of them across the central districts that choice survives into the small hours. We publish the same arrival window at 3am as at 3pm because it is the same operation, merely darker outside.
The city's night has layers, and we see all of them. Until about two, the bookings ride the nightlife: guests back from the squares, dinners that ran long, evenings that ended well but not completely. From two until four comes the jet-lag belt — long-haul bodies wide awake in dark hotel rooms, for whom a session at three is simply mid-afternoon wearing a disguise. After four the city belongs to the genuinely nocturnal: shift workers coming home, early flyers who decided the night was not worth splitting, the sleepless for whom an hour of skilled hands succeeds where the hotel pillow menu failed. The night is not one kind of client; it is a procession, and we are open for all of it.
A hotel at 2am is a different building — dimmed lobby, night porter, corridors with a hush worth preserving — and our therapists work it accordingly. She arrives in quiet everyday clothes, exchanges the minimal words with a night desk that has seen ten late arrivals already that shift, and reaches your floor without disturbing it; if the lifts want a keycard, she messages from the lobby and meets you at the lift bank. The work itself respects the hour too — oil-based sessions are nearly silent by nature, and she sets up and packs away with the same softness. At apartments, the choreography is simpler still: a soft knock at the agreed minute, nothing more. The neighbours sleep through the entire transaction, including yours.
Late bookings lean toward the menu's quiet end, and for good reason. The slow oil-based formats — sensual, erotic oil work, the long full-body programmes — suit a body that is past its peak and a mind that wants winding down rather than up; they are the night's bread and butter. Tantra finds takers among the jet-lagged, who have nothing but time. And the overnight booking is the night shift's natural masterpiece: begun late, unhurried by definition, ending with someone still there when the city starts up again. What the small hours rarely want is complication, so the menu's simpler doors are the ones most opened — but every door is open.
The whole of the above comes at the day rate: €180 the hour, €360 for two, €540 for three, €1,250 for the overnight, with no night surcharge, no weekend adjustment, and no travel fee inside the ring. We staffed the night because the demand is real; charging extra for it would be charging you for our own good planning. WhatsApp +31 651 696 659 — the coordinator reading it is awake, the confirmation takes about ten minutes, and the knock on your door comes twenty to thirty minutes after that, however dark it is outside.
| 1 hour | €180 |
| 2 hours | €360 |
| 3 hours | €540 |
| Overnight (8h) | €1250 |
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