Marco tipped his head to the side ever so slightly as Isaac began delicately nuzzling at his pale neck. He allowed his eyes to flutter shut for a brief time before his lover parted from him far too prematurely. He watched as the man stood and clearly began searching for words; Isaac tried his bed to make Marco comfortable with the situation, perhaps even excited, and he did appreciate the effort. Unfortunately, it was futile, no matter the amount of mystique Isaac put behind this mystery man Marco couldn’t get himself excited for something so new and frightening. “Alright, darling,” he murmured with a sigh as the man flit from the room to fetch him something along the lines of an outfit.<br/><br/>The englishman shook his head slowly as he reached over to grab a hold of a rag that sat draped over the faucet. He dunked it down into the water and then completely covered it in liquid soap before beginning to scrub at his skin in an almost agitated manner. The fragrance was a subtle one, and it claimed to smell of vanilla and honey. Marco wasn’t entirely sure that was the specific aroma he picked up from the soap, but it was quite pleasantly sweet, and he and Isaac had found that it masked the stench of his smoking habit quite well. He scrubbed his hair clean vigorously with a similarly scented shampoo and he conditioned the locks in preparation to the beating they would take once his hair was dried off and placed into the searing hot curlers. He was just lifting himself up from the tub when Isaac peeked his head in once again. He examined the two choices thoughtfully, clicking his tongue against his teeth thoughtfully as he gazed at the two bits of beautiful cloth. “I think I prefer to red, it’ll add a bit of color and my ass looks fantastic in a thong,” he commented bluntly before stepping from the tub and grabbing a hold of his towel. He wiped away the moisture from his body and rung out his hair as much as he was able to before he was rejoined by his companion and they began working on drying and then curling his hair.<br/><br/>As Marco had shockingly clear skin, and naturally large eyes he never saw the need to adorn his features with makeup unless a client specifically requested as much from him. So he refused Isaac’s attempts to paint his face and only allowed him to do his hair and dress him up in the pretty blouse he’d chosen. When all was said and done Marco looked absolutely precious with his hair falling about his face in delicate little curls and an all black outfit donning his body and hiding away the little pop of color hidden beneath. The remnants of his evening of worry were gone, save for the dark bags that marred his undereyes. Nothing much could be done to help those, however, save a heaping helping of concealer and Marco turned down one last attempt by his employer to put a bit of makeup onto him. “We can’t leave this man waiting any longer, darling. He’s waiting downstairs for me right now, you’ve said so yourself, and we’ve already taken twenty minutes to get ready.”<br/><br/>For one final preparation Marco thoroughly brushed and flossed his teeth, gargling mouthwash in a successful attempt to rid himself almost entirely of the bitter flavor of his cigarettes of choice. He stepped out of the suite with Isaac, opting to leave his feet bare as he felt it added to the attraction of the entire ensemble; he looked rather sweet, in a fairly dark way, though his surroundings would clearly point to him being anything but. It was a delightful little illusion that he liked to pull with his clients, they enjoyed him for the fact that he had the big, doe eyes and the soft, doll-like hair. They enjoyed him for the fact that he could make their bodies sing in such a skilled manner whilst maintaining the expression of a precious little virgin. Perhaps that was one of the reasons Isaac enjoyed him so thoroughly.<br/><br/>Marco sighed heavily as he straightened out the blouse while they moved from the suite and over to the stairs. They passed by some of the other boys and whilst the newest Isaac’s prostitutes tried to smile at them ever so faintly the lot of them ignored him wholly. He eventually simply averted his eyes as they made their way carefully down the stairs together, Isaac’s hands resting upon his shoulders. Marco lifted his eyes upwards only once they reached the ground floor, and he looked over to the waiting area where he supposed this client that he was being taken to would be settled. All he saw was a man in a set of slightly ragged clothing, however, and one of his colleagues passed out in the chair beside him. Was this the individual that the entire whore house was abuzz about? He couldn’t be. He looked so unmistakably … Average.