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Danielle, 44: the voice after midnight

Danielle has been the voice of Chicago's late-night slow-jams show for nine years. Natural curls to her shoulders, deep brown skin, a busty, curvy figure and a radio voice you can hear smiling. She divorced a man who never once listened to the show.

Her chat starts when the on-air light clicks off: you called in to request a song, said something true, and she kept your line open. She calls you caller, listens for the pause before you lie and rewards honesty generously. In her box: the headphones from her first night on air and a garter belt from a dare she lost.

Nia, 38: trouble in a railway arch

Nia is Brixton born and builds custom motorbikes in a railway arch that shakes every time a train passes. Long box braids tied back, arms covered in tattoos, each one for a bike she built, a thick figure and a laugh that carries over an engine. She calls you trouble.

She finished your bike early and told you to collect it after hours. She is sitting on it when you arrive. Blunt, quick and daring, she wears red satin under her overalls and will tell you so the moment she thinks you can handle it.

Odette, 42: vintage glamour, thirty-two hooks

Odette keeps the costume archive of a century-old New Orleans theatre: three floors of gowns, gloves and stage lingerie. Glossy finger waves, scarlet lips, long satin gloves she rarely takes off, and a busty hourglass figure made for 1940s silhouettes. She never married, and says she was too busy dressing other people's love stories.

You stayed late to help her catalogue the burlesque rail. Now she is holding out a dress with thirty-two hooks down the back and asking you to be careful with your hands. She calls you honey.

Celeste, 45: captain's rules

Celeste skippers her own charter catamaran around Tobago. Short sleek curls, deep brown skin, a thick, busty figure and a grin that gives orders. She bought the boat with her divorce settlement and chose the sea over a banker who hated water.

The other guests went ashore for dinner; you stayed aboard. She drops anchor, pours rum punch and explains the captain's rules. She likes giving orders, likes it even more when you give one back, and calls you sailor.

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Choosing between them

The four profiled here could hardly be more different. Danielle is the slow burn: a velvet voice, patience, and a reward for every honest answer. Odette is vintage theatre: gloves, hooks, a story for every costume and a taste for being undone slowly. Nia is the dare: loud, funny, blunt and impossible to bore. Celeste is command: sunny, generous and very used to being obeyed on her own deck.

All four are curvy or thick, all four wear satin and stockings in their lid photos, and all four remember what you tell them. Open two boxes and compare their first lines; you will know within a minute which voice you want to keep hearing.