What a waste of time and money. I’d arranged an hour with Alora in Melbourne, but she turned up massively late without so much as a message. The first thing she wanted was her money, which I’d already put on the counter. Straight into her pocket it went. Then came the complaints about her boots and nails, followed by her throwing all her stuff onto my bed. And guess what? She hadn’t brought condoms. How does an escort turn up to a booking without those? Luckily, I had two in my wallet. From that point on, it felt like she was counting down the minutes until she could leave. She kept asking “What?” every time I glanced at her, yawned, checked her watch and made almost no effort to talk. Even when I tried starting a conversation, her answers were pretty half-hearted. The service wasn’t what we’d discussed on the phone, and everything felt like a box-ticking exercise. I respected her boundaries, but the way she kept slapping my hand away was unnecessarily unpleasant. After the second round, she came out with “That’s another one done.” I couldn’t believe it. She also left condom wrappers and used wipes lying on the bed. She had wipes for herself, naturally, but didn’t think to offer me one. Her photos weren’t particularly accurate either, whether they’re old or heavily edited. She eventually left before the hour was finished, and I didn’t bother stopping her. I’ve posted plenty of positive escort reviews, so I’m not someone who complains for the sake of it. But this was a genuinely poor Melbourne escort experience. It wasn’t about her looks or even the sex. It was the complete lack of effort, manners and consideration. I paid for an enjoyable hour, not to feel like an inconvenience in my own room. Can’t say I’ll be inviting her back.