Arthur squeezed Victoria's hand as the elevator took them up to the next floor, his smile widening as he saw her eyes light up. Anything that made her happy, made him happy. When they first stepped off the elevator, Arthur wondered where everyone was, especially since this place seemed packed downstairs. The walls were painted black, and the dim lights coming from what seemed to be either candles or torches reminded Arthur of some sort of dungeon. He pressed closer to Victoria as they moved, and he felt his arousal stir as he heard the faint sounds of pleasure coming from somewhere undisclosed.<br/><br/>They followed Trevor around the corner to a small room off the hall that had two doors leading from it that looked like bathrooms.<em>These must be the changing rooms,</em>Arthur thought to himself; a sentiment that was echoed out loud by Victoria a second later. He turned to her, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her back with a slow passion. "Of course, love. I wouldn't want it any other way. I know I wouldn't want to go in alone." He squeezed Victoria's hand, walking into the men's changing room and took a look around. To the indiscriminate eye it looked like a rather clean bathroom, something you'd find at Saks or Tiffany & Co.<br/><br/>Arthur walked in and stepped into one of the stalls, a rather large changing room for the amount of space it took up. He found a dispenser for bags and took one, stripping out of his clothes slowly and folding them meticulously before placing them in the bag. As he was stripping down, Arthur heard the changing rooms begin to fill again, the low murmured sounds of other men. He began to get nervous again as he stepped out but everyone there seemed incredibly comfortable which relaxed him considerably. He engaged in small talk with a couple of the men in the room as he checked his hair in the mirror, washed his hands out of habit, stored his clothes in a locker and stepped back into the hall.