<span style="font-style: italic">Marcus had always been a rather submissive guy who just went with the flow. This was true in high school, when his girlfriend at the time used to play S&amp;M games with her as the dominatrix and him as the slave; and it is true now, when he and a couple of his college buddies got fake IDs and entered this bar for a good time. The three buddies he was with have already hooked up with some beautiful women and got private rooms in the back, leaving him to sip on his glass of seltzer water. At nineteen, he is a bit short, only 5' 7" with messy brown hair and a speckling of freckles on his face. The bouncer was very suspicious of him, since he doesn't look like he could be any older than sixteen, and many people think he looks like he is still in high school. His fake ID says that he is twenty-two, and it seemed legit so the bouncer finally let him pass. Now that he is alone by himself though, he is beginning to regret letting his buddies drag him into this.</span><br/><br/>Dressed in blue jeans and a yellow tee-shirt with a horizontal green line thought the center, Marcus sits on the bar stool at the counter, sipping his seltzer water. He looks like a teenager, certainly not the twenty-one years required to enter the bar. Sitting alone, the shy boy seems out of place here, frightened; like at any moment someone's going to step up to him and devour him whole. Of course, he doesn't actually know what goes on in this bar, so to him such a thing would be only a metaphor.