Most unusual client requests to escorts in Paris

Paris isn’t just about croissants and the Eiffel Tower. Behind the quiet cafés and hidden courtyards, there’s a side of the city that doesn’t show up in travel guides - the private, personal, and sometimes bizarre requests made to escorts. These aren’t the clichés you see in movies. Real clients in Paris ask for things that surprise even the most experienced professionals.

Requests that defy the stereotype

Most people assume escort clients in Paris want romance, luxury dinners, or sightseeing with a companion. That happens - but it’s not the full story. Some of the most common unusual requests involve time, not just physical presence.

One escort working in the 8th arrondissement told me she once had a client who paid her to sit quietly beside him while he watched old French films. No touching. No talking. Just company. He said he missed his late wife, who used to watch movies like that with him every Sunday. She went back three weeks in a row. He never asked for more.

Another client hired an escort just to walk with him through Montmartre at 4 a.m. He wanted someone to hear him talk about his divorce. She listened. He paid her €300 for two hours of silence and walking.

These aren’t about sex. They’re about loneliness. And Paris, for all its romance, is full of people who feel unseen.

Roleplay that goes beyond the obvious

Roleplay is common in the escort industry everywhere. But in Paris, it often blends with culture, history, and personal fantasy.

One client asked his escort to pretend she was a 1920s French poetess - complete with beret, cigarette holder, and a recitation of Apollinaire’s poetry. He brought his own vintage typewriter. They sat in a rented apartment near Saint-Germain-des-Prés. She had to memorize three poems in French. He paid her €800. He said it was the first time in years he felt like he was living in a novel.

Another client wanted his escort to act as his French tutor - but only for French slang. He didn’t care about grammar. He wanted to sound like a local when he went out with friends. She taught him 50 phrases over three sessions. He started using them at parties. His friends thought he’d lived in Paris for years.

These aren’t kinks. They’re emotional escapes. Clients aren’t asking for fantasy - they’re asking for transformation.

The quiet requests no one talks about

Some requests are so ordinary, they’re invisible - until you hear them.

A man in his late 60s hired an escort to go grocery shopping with him. He said his wife had always done it, and he didn’t know how to pick the right bread anymore. She went with him to the market near Place des Vosges. They compared baguettes. He asked her opinion on cheese. She told him the truth. He cried a little in the aisle. He paid her double.

Another client asked for a companion to sit with him while he wrote letters to his children. He hadn’t spoken to them in five years. He didn’t want advice. He just wanted someone to be there while he tried to say what he couldn’t. She didn’t read them. She just sat on the sofa. He wrote for three hours. She left quietly.

These moments aren’t recorded. They’re not on social media. They’re not sold as packages. But they’re part of the real work.

Why Paris makes this different

Paris has a unique mix of old-world charm and modern isolation. People here value privacy. They don’t talk about their problems openly. But they still crave connection.

Unlike in cities where escort services are transactional or purely sexual, Parisians often treat these encounters as emotional rituals. There’s a quiet dignity to it. Clients don’t ask for loud experiences. They ask for presence.

An escort who’s been working in Paris for 12 years said it best: “In other cities, people want to be seen. In Paris, they want to be heard.”

The city’s history of literature, art, and philosophy creates a space where people believe in the power of words, silence, and subtle gestures. That’s why a client might pay €500 to have someone read him a letter he wrote decades ago - not because he expects sex, but because he needs someone to acknowledge that his feelings still matter.

What escorts actually think

Most escorts in Paris don’t see themselves as sex workers. They call themselves companions, listeners, or hosts. Many have degrees in psychology, literature, or social work. Some used to be teachers.

They don’t judge the requests. They learn to read the silence between the words.

One escort said she turned down a request to dress as a nun - not because it was weird, but because the client’s tone felt manipulative. She said she’s had clients who asked her to wear nothing but a scarf and sit with them for hours. She said yes. “Sometimes,” she told me, “the most powerful thing you can give someone is not your body - it’s your attention.”

Another said she keeps a notebook of client requests. Not for profit. For memory. She writes down the ones that stuck with her. One entry: “Man asked me to hold his hand while he watched the sunrise over the Seine. Said he hadn’t seen it in 17 years. He cried. I didn’t say anything.”

The line between boundary and compassion

There are limits. No one is expected to perform illegal acts. No one is expected to become a therapist. But the line between professional and personal is blurry - and that’s intentional.

Most escorts in Paris have clear rules: no drugs, no violence, no public exposure. But beyond that, they’re trained to read emotion. They learn to say no without shaming. They learn to say yes without overextending.

A common phrase among them: “I’m here for the moment, not the story.”

That’s why the most unusual requests often end quietly - with a handshake, a thank you, and a client who walks away looking lighter.

What this says about Paris

Paris is a city of contradictions. It’s glamorous and lonely. Romantic and cold. Full of art, yet full of silence.

The strange requests made to escorts aren’t a sign of decay. They’re a sign of depth. People here are still searching for meaning - even if they have to pay for it.

These encounters aren’t about exploitation. They’re about human need. And in a city where so much is performative - the fashion, the food, the art - sometimes the most honest thing you can do is sit quietly with someone and let them feel seen.

The next time you walk past a quiet café in Le Marais and see an older man reading alone, or a woman staring at the Seine at dusk - remember: they might be carrying a request they’ve never said out loud.

And somewhere, someone is listening.