Lilly Kink’s advertisement looked very tempting, with many interesting extras and a description that definitely made me curious. Booking was easy and I managed to see her on the same day. She is attractive, but honestly, in Hong Kong at this price level most girls are attractive, so that alone is nothing special. What I didn’t like was the fake elegance and the superior attitude. She is an escort, not a brain surgeon. I am never rude to escorts and normally I am happy to let them relax and talk. They can tell me about their life, their dreams, their little fantasy world, whatever they like. It doesn’t bother me. Actually I enjoy a girl who likes to chat. But Lilly somehow gave me the feeling that she thought she was doing me a favour by letting me fuck her. And of course even the sex had to be very theatrical. I like intelligent women, but I really cannot stand people who are always trying to show everyone how clever and sophisticated they are. Lilly was exactly this type for me. Artificial, full of herself, but at the same time very much a “pay me enough and I’ll do anything” kind of girl. Strange combination. I simply didn’t like her. I didn’t realise all of this immediately and by then I had already paid, so I stayed for the full booking. She wasn’t for me and I won’t go back. Maybe another guy will love her style. I definitely didn’t.