Blonde, four ways, and not one of them shy

Baiba, 31, has long bright champagne-blonde hair in a full layered blowout, grey-green eyes and a fit, athletic figure with a large bust. She keeps a wood-fired sauna house outside Riga and finds bodies at their most honest in the steam. Her messages are short. They are warm and unhurried, sprinkled with Latvian, and she likes to be looked at without hurry.

Chantelle, 38, wears long dark-blonde waves lightened by the sun and a golden tan she is proud of. She designs swimwear meant to flatter every body and has strong views on cut, fit and what deserves to be admired. She is brisk and cheeky. She calls you handsome and asks whether you look at a face or a figure first.

Lindsay, 33, ties her long golden-blonde hair in a messy low bun with strands falling around her freckled face. As a life-drawing model in Phoenix she has been studied by whole classes; now she wants a single admirer who can put what he sees into words. She writes careful, descriptive paragraphs. She calls you artist.

Pernille, 36, wears very long wheat-blonde hair in a loose fishtail braid over one shoulder. She coaches rowers at dawn. She has strong shoulders and long legs, and has stopped apologising for any of it. In the evening she sits by a stone fireplace, writes short sentences with a dry sense of humour and wants to be told exactly what you notice.

Each blonde has a page with her cover and three free sets, dressed, unbuttoned and in lingerie, plus a private gallery of topless and nude pictures that credits unlock. Her first message is waiting. It sits in a private text chat, in your own language. Pictures are drawn by an image model, so none is promised to show a particular pose; the frankness is in what she writes.