Amber Auclair

Make no mistake; you’ve landed here for a reason.

Grab a glass of wine, and let me introduce you to my world, where you and I exist solely for each other’s embrace.

I’m Amber. A tall redhead in Chicago with a quick wit, a french manicure I’m never without, and a way of making you forget you had anywhere else to be. I grew up an army brat, which meant a new city every few years and a talent for making myself at home anywhere. Twenty some countries and a graduate degree later, that talent has held. I’m just as happy in heels at a tasting menu as I am with salt in my hair on the back of a sailboat.

I don’t perform, and I don’t hurry. My favorite moment of any evening is the one where you finally stop checking your phone and let your shoulders drop. Everything sweet comes after that.

You’ll find me just as graceful all dressed up in pearls as in nothing at all. My laugh comes easy, my curiosity is real, and I’ve been told I’m easy to talk to and hard to leave. I love a tasting menu that takes three hours, an unhurried afternoon at the Art Institute, front row at a show that’s too loud, getting down n dirty ridin’ horses, slow mornings with nowhere to be, and saying yes to the plan that sounds slightly ridiculous.

Think of our time together as a pause from everything else. Somewhere you can exhale, feel looked after, and be entirely yourself. I have a knack for reading what someone actually needs, whether that’s closeness, conversation, indulgence, or just a little room to breathe. My hope is that you leave lighter than you arrived, steadier, and thoroughly taken care of in every sense of the word.

Somewhere between the first hour and the last, you’ll forget what day it is. Come closer.