Isaac draped his arms around his nude companion’s shoulders. He nosed into the back of the man's neck, and brought his lips up to kiss his ear gently. “I'm not pawning you off for no reason. Trust me darling, I wish I could have you all to myself. It's torture to see you like this, and not be able to touch you when I want to. But I have faith in this gentleman.” Isaac idly played with Marco’s dampened hair. “He…” Isaac’s voice trailed off softly as he began to think of a way to explain Roger to Marco in a way that was appealing. Roger was, at a glance, not quite what you would picture when you heard about this ‘amazing’ patron that the whole brothel was buzzing about -or, the bottoms of the brothel, at least.- However, something about his disposition, his mannerisms, he had a charm to him when juxtaposed to the slew of scum that Isaac had to turn away on a daily basis.<br/><br/>Isaac turned the curling rolls on, they’d be ready by the time Marco finished his bath. “Roger is unique.” He was glad he was occupying himself with the curling rolls, because had he been facing the other boy, he was sure to see the pink blush on his cheek. “Consider yourself lucky, you get to experience firsthand what the hype is about. I want you to have a good time with him.” He didn't want to admit it, but even he was curious about what made Roger so appealing to the other boys. “I'll go get you a nice outfit to wear, then we’ll be down to meet him.”<br/><br/>The closet was filled with outfits Isaac had personally bought, and picked for Marco to wear. They were all quite lavish, most of them bordering on lingerie. He thumbed through the hanging outfits until he came across one of his favorites. The blouse was black, and long sleeved. It was an off the shoulder top, with ribbon straps that tied into a choker around the neck. The sleeves were flared, and the fabric was loose and flowy. He thought of how precious Marco would look in the top, with his hair curled. Like a macabre doll, cute and creepy.<br/><br/>He laid the top out on the couch, before poking his head back into the bathroom. He had two pairs of underwear in his hands, holding them up for Marco to see.<br/>“I think these black lace panties would go great under the top I picked out, but the red ones! “ he held up a red lace thong. “I like the way this one looks on you,”<br/><br/>Downstairs, Roger was bouncing his foot in anticipation. The door would swing open, and young men would be coming in, returning from their late shifts, ready to call it a night, or, a morning.<br/>One of the young men recognized Roger. He was short, with curly black hair that had magenta highlights. He might have had good makeup, but right now, his eyeliner looked runny and his eyes were sleepy. “Oh, hey,” he said with his soft voice, as he let out a yawn. “G’morning, R,” he stretched, and his shirt came up with his arms. A green wad of cash poked out of his shorts, and he scratched his exposed skin. “Ain't seen you since I started working late nights.”<br/><br/>“Well, I haven't had much time to come In much anyway, my boss has me working this case all the time. It's a dead end, if you ask me.” Roger scratched his jaw, and the young man looked curious. He walked over, and sat down in one of the chairs.<br/>“A case?” He leaned forward, eyes big and kitten like. “You mean, like, a crime?”<br/>“Not really a crime. Boss is convinced there's gang activity in the city, but I think he’s nuts.” Roger huffed, although the young man narrowed his eyes. “I'm glad though, I'm still getting paid.”<br/>“You sure are,” the young man said, eyeing Roger's pocket, which was bulging with the unmistakable shape of a wallet filled with cash. Roger caught him staring, and laughed softly.<br/>“You need to go clean up and sleep before you even think about taking on any more clients.” Roger reprimanded him, and the boy began to pout. “No, don't even. It's bedtime for you.” Roger pointed to the stairs that lead to the suites.<br/>“Come on, just like, really quick, I haven't seen you in forever!” The boy leaned in close to Roger, tucking his head under his chin, and nuzzling into his chest.<br/>Roger gently nudged him away. He noticed that the way the eyeliner stained the young man's cheeks made it look as though he had cried sometime during the night. “I can't do that right now, you worked hard all night long, the thing you should be focusing on is sleep.”<br/>The prostitue nodded sleepily, then simply curled himself up in the seat of the cushy chair. “I'll just take a little,” he cut himself off with a yawn, “ cat nap right here.” And within moments, he was sleeping in what had to be the most uncomfortable position.<br/>Roger looked over at the stairs, thinking he heard isaac’s high heels coming down the stairway.