<div align="center">(http://i567.photobucket.com/albums/ss111/NicholasBenston/Trenton1.jpg)</div><br/>Trenton Masters was a quite well known man in town, hell, probably in the whole state. He was known for being ruthless, quite conservative and good friends with one or the other Politician, or Judge. He had sent quite some defendants into the death cell, and he certainly had his way with the Jury. He had his Law Firm in town, and most of his private life was a well hidden secret. Maybe he wasn't the type to yell it all over the place, that he wasn't exactly a Ladies man. There had been rumours now and then, mostly from the Yellow Press in search of the next scandal. But he never outed himself in public. Why should he? Who he was fucking with, was just his business, after all.<br/><br/>But here, at the Bathhouse it was so different. So relaxed, calm and easy going. He tried to visit Olympia as often as his overly busy schedule would allow. And he came whenever he was in the mood for...a nice piece of ass. There was always some willing guy, eager to please, after all.<br/><br/>Trenton hadn't been here in about a month -his last case was long and quite labour-intensive, and it practically took up all his time and his focus. But now the sentence was spoken, just two days ago. Another criminal safely stored away from the public, and it satisfied Trenton to no end. And.. now he had the time, and the mood to relax and...more..very likely.<br/><br/>The State Attorney opened the door and one truly stepped into a whole different world. It was loud outside from the people and all the thick traffic, but in here, he felt relaxed, for the first time in weeks. He shut the door and he made his way across the front Lobby towards the counter, watching the of coruse familiar man behind the desk with keen eyes, a soft smirk on his lips and a slightly lifted brow. Trenton knew Eduardo for a while already, after all, being a regular guest of the noble etablissement since he opened his firm in town, maybe eight years ago.<br/><br/>He was dressed in a rather conservative looking suit, dark blue, with an off-white dress shirt beneath and a dark blue silk tie. The garments fitting quite nicely over the man's obviously well taken care of body. He dropped the bag in front of the desk, and each time he looked at the lovely statue of Priapus, Trenton couldn't help but grin rather smugly, but it faded by the time Eduardo looked up from whatever he was busy with at the moment.<br/><br/><em>"Hello Eduardo. Yes, yes I know, it has been a while." </em>Trenton said in his deep, smooth voice, while he held his hand out, for the key, of course. It was handed to him and Trenton offered a short nod, before he picked his bag back up, and stepped into the inner sanctum.<em>"I'm sure I will, Eduardo!" </em>He called back to the man behind the desk. Of course, Eduardo wished him a most pleasant stay and all this. The door closed behind him with a soft 'click', and Trenton made his way towards his room. He longed for some.. good time.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i567.photobucket.com/albums/ss111/NicholasBenston/Trenton.jpg)</div>