Lyle felt pride swelling in his chest. Yes, this was his place and illegal or not he was damn proud of it. Every bit of it was his hard work. "Thank you. I do try. Its quite the fickle girl, but I keep her in shape." He smiled seemingly glowing.<br/><br/>A taller man peeked into the room. He was six feet and had a muscled body. His hair was black with grey streaks, combed back in a fancy way. What stood out the most though was his face. He was chiseled all over with sculpted features. He looked like a Greek god and probably had a body to match underneath that suit of his. His emerald eyes looked to Dante then to Lyle for an explanation.<br/><br/>"Heya, Joe. Meet the new blood. Dante Beautiful. He'll be paying here as entertainment for a while. Be good to him and watch out for that silver tongue of his. He can charm canary speechless." Lyle turned to Dante. "This is Joe, sexiest older man you'll ever meet. He wind say his age which makes me think he's old as dirt." Joe held his hand out to Dante. "Not old as dirt, but no spring chicken like yourself. Nice yo meet you." Even his voice was like that of a man you'd want as a sugar daddy. Lyle loved him since he pulled in the lady customers like a champion would giving any effort. He just had to stand there and look pretty.