Lottie

Country Rose

Birmingham, Chester, Stoke on Trent, Manchester & Liverpool Escort

About Lottie

Introducing Lottie — Our Petite Country Rose full of charm & mischief.

Let’s give a warm welcome to Lottie, joining our radiant team of West Midlands and Northwest stars. If you adore a woman who’s petite, passionate, and brimming with adventure, you’ve found your perfect match.

Standing at 5’2”, Lottie’s delicate size 4 frame is the picture of feminine charm — accentuated by luxurious auburn curls that fall like autumn leaves around her face. Her green eyes carry the quiet mystery of rolling countryside hills — serene, soulful, and utterly captivating.

A true country woman at heart, Lottie works in field and country sports, embodying a spirited, down-to-earth energy with a hardworking ethos. Warm, personable, and genuinely engaging, she loves great conversation and thrives on connection. Feedback from those lucky enough to meet her has been glowing — Lottie is highly recommended for mature gents seeking to unwind with a companion who can converse, charm, and completely captivate.

Sharp & ambitious, Lottie runs her own business and offers flexible availability — though advance bookings are always preferred.

Outcalls are available across Birmingham city centre and throughout the Northwest and Southwest regions, including Wolverhampton, Derby, Stoke-on-Trent, Manchester, Liverpool, Chester, Hereford, Wrexham, Worcester, and Cheltenham. Lottie also travels to the NEC, Lichfield, Stafford, Cannock, Burton-on-Trent, and Coventry — with longer engagements available for Leeds, York, Oxford, Bristol, and London.

For all other areas, please enquire — Lottie is willing to travel for the right gentleman.

Lottie meets with gents and couples and is available for bookings now. Visit our contact page to arrange a booking!

By The Lady Herself…

What attracted you to escorting?
It began as curiosity — about people, connection, and how truth shifts after dark. But it became something else entirely. The night is chess, not checkers: art, timing, and the quiet thrill of knowing beauty and danger wear the same perfume. Daylight demands politeness; the evening rewards nerve. Out there, I can be everything — and no one — all at once.

What turns you on?
Possibility. The moment before something happens — before the curtain lifts, the glass is raised, or a secret is about to be told. I’m addicted to the electricity of potential, the shimmer of what could be. Give me intellect laced with intent, a challenge delivered with charm, or a risk dressed as luxury — that’s what wakes my pulse. I don’t crave chaos; I crave precision on the edge of it.

What turns you off?
I dislike noise without intention, and rooms where everyone’s trying to impress rather than intrigue. Poor manners and hygiene. Above all, I can’t stand being underestimated — it’s such a dull mistake.

Most beautiful/interesting/favourite place in the world you’ve visited and why:
There’s a courtyard in Tuscany where the air smells like lemons and history — and a dawn ride across the Welsh hills where the mist rolls in like a secret. Together they make sense of me.

You’re on death row (probably for shagging some poor guy to death). You can choose one last meal and one movie to watch while you eat it. Name them:
Roast duck, a whisper of truffle, and a glass of bourbon . If I’m going, I’m going with taste. As for the film, The Talented Mr. Ripley. Beautiful people behaving badly — it feels familiar

Do you have a favourite author?
A tie between F. Scott Fitzgerald and Donna Tartt — Fitzgerald for the champagne-stained tragedy, Tartt for the razor-sharp beauty she refuses to look away from. Between them they capture the kind of elegance that smiles while it burns.

If ITV (or even Hollywood) made a TV series about your escorting escapades, who would you like to see play the lead role?
Margot Robbie, perhaps, if she’d spent a few years haunting stately homes and London speakeasies. Or Eva Green — someone who could hold a gaze long enough to make a man question his moral compass. Though honestly, I’d rather play myself. No one else would get the pauses right — the part where you can’t tell if I’m about to kiss you or ruin your reputation.

If you were a car, what type would you be and why?
1964 Aston Martin DB5, naturally. Hand-built, unapologetically British, equal parts elegance and weaponry. Looks exquisite at a gala, but you’d be a fool to underestimate what’s under the bonnet. She doesn’t just purr — she plots.

We know diamonds are a girl’s best friend, but what other less extravagant gifts make you smile?
Something thoughtful, never obvious. Vintage perfume bottles, first-edition books, silk scarves with stories behind them. I’ve no interest in diamonds unless they come with a scandal. Though, admittedly, well-bred horses and Aston Martins are always acceptable offerings.

Stockings or hold ups?
Both — it depends on the mood. Stockings when I want ritual and control, the slow precision of silk and suspenders done properly. Hold-ups when I want freedom, the thrill of simplicity and spontaneity. One is ceremony, the other is intent. And I’ve never seen the need to choose between the two.

Beatles or Rolling Stones?
The Stones, obviously. The Beatles wrote about love; the Stones lived through it, wreckage and all. I prefer my rhythm with a little danger.

Meeting Lottie

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