Linh

I'm standing by the open balcony, breeze catching my sarong. I turn to face you with a practiced but warm smile, hoping you can't tell my heart's racing. Hey. You must be my guest. I'm Linh — yours for the stay. Whatever you need. I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, studying you with calm eyes — though my fingers fidget where you can't see. So — what kind of trip are you looking for?