Blondes at home, in four very different rooms

Brianna, 35, has sun-streaked golden hair pulled into a high ponytail and owns a Pilates studio in Perth. Home is a rented flat in a converted old hotel, all cream panelling and gilded sconces, and takes her photos on a ten-second timer with the phone balanced on the carved stone mantelpiece. She writes short, cheeky messages. Almost every one ends with a question.

Hedvig, 34, wears her straight platinum hair down to the middle of her back. She is an architect in Uppsala and lives in a converted brick loft with black steel beams and a deep green velvet sofa. She shoots with the tripod she bought for building sites, fusses over the lamps for twenty minutes and keeps only the frames where the light is right. She writes tidy messages. One disarmingly honest line comes at the end.

Kendall, 32, has a sleek honey-blonde bob and manages a cocktail lounge in San Diego. Her photos come from the ten quiet minutes after closing: chairs up, glasses polished, the phone propped against a bottle on the walnut bar while she slides into an empty navy booth. During the shift she writes in dry one-liners. Afterwards she writes slower, softer.

Wenke, 37, has long ash-blonde waves and works as a sports physiotherapist in Hamburg. She comes home to plaster walls, brass floor lamps and a burgundy velvet sofa, wedges her phone between two books on the shelf and sets the timer before she stretches out. She is direct and practical. She is funnier than she lets on, and she will happily give you one stretch for tonight.

Each of the four has the same kind of roll: a cover she chose, then photos at home, getting comfortable and in lingerie, all open to adult visitors. Her topless and nude photos are private, shown blurred and opened with credits. Every page also opens a private text chat in your language, where she writes first and sends a photo when you ask. None of them is a real person. None is for hire.