<em><strong> ~ David, being shown what is to be his own room, morning </strong></em>[/b]<br/><br/><br/>David Hamilton listened as the woman before him finished laying out the final pieces of information.  The woman, Miss Taylor, had conducted him around the castle and showed him a great deal of the place, before bringing him here.  At the moment, he was standing outside what was to be his room.  She opened the door and stepped aside, letting him pass by.<br/><br/>He glanced around the room as he slipped the sports bag off his shoulder and placed it on the bed beside the other piece of luggage he had been carrying.  It was a large room, clearly designed for a guy, with the slightly darker, richer decorations.  It was also...slightly sterile.<br/><br/>"There was another gentleman who dropped out, Mr. Hamilton, and this was to have been his room.  As such, it is being...redone to be more acceptable to you.  However, it was felt that it was more important to bring you to the castle and integrate you with the others without delay."<br/><br/>David nodded as he remembered the sudden phone call the previous evening.  Ever since, he had been on the move.  A quick session of deciding what to take and what to leave behind had forced him to leave some of his more...unusual possessions behind.  However, he had been assured that most of his possessions would be making their way to him, once they had been cleared.  As it was, he'd been asked to leave behind his laptop and phone.  Too bad his music player was his phone, but...well, he wasn't here to listen to music, as much as he enjoyed it.  Maybe there was some sort of compromise to be made later.<br/><br/>"Do you have any questions at the moment, Mr. Hamilton?" the woman asked, breaking through his reverie.<br/><br/>He glanced toward her and shook his head.  "No, I don't think so, Miss Taylor."  His voice had the faint cadence of a American, though there was a slight hint of an English accent.  He had been living in England long enough to have adopted a slight accent, though it wasn't strong.  His light brown hair was just above the line of his shoulders, laying easy against his head.<br/><br/>"In that case, if you will follow me, I'll take you downstairs to the dining room.  I believe that you will be able to eat once there, as well as meet the others."<br/><br/>Suddenly, David felt a brief moment of hesitation.  He was in a strange place, about the take part in exploring something that he had little to no experience with.  He had experience with a variety of other, unconventional sexual situations, but this aspect of sexual relations was mostly new to him.  However, David had to admit that the idea of it appealed to the part of him that had easily fell into the role of Dominant.  Perhaps he would be able to find a place here.  It wasn't a given, though.  But, if he didn't try, he'd never know.<br/><br/>He looked toward the psychologist, wondering if she had seen the thoughts play across his face.  It didn't matter.  He made a final decision.<br/><br/>"Yeah, let's go."  He turned and followed the woman from what was to be his room.  Time to face the others with whom he would be sharing the next six months.<br/>