<div align="center">(http://img2.pict.com/c7/a2/b1/1624144/0/300/marcus.jpg) (http://img2.pict.com/c7/a2/b1/1624144/0/marcus.jpg)</div><br/>Marcus Steele opened the outer door to Olympia Baths, just as he had done at least once a week for the past few years, since he moved to the city. His booted feet crossed the threshold and the door closed silently behind him, silencing the traffic that whizzed by on the street. From the outside, the Olympia Baths was a nondescript building; plain, featureless, unremarkable...from the outside, that is.<br/><br/>But once inside the heavy outer door, the ornate and lushly appointed interior belied the colorless fascia she presented to the world. Inside, the building was alive and pulsing with the unmistakable thrum and scent and atmosphere of masculinity. Marcus' footsteps echoed along the marble floors of the lobby, as he largely ignored the gods and goddesses on display. He was interested in far more earthly delights.<br/><br/>He approached the desk with a practiced air, as one who had done this hundreds of times before, smiling and greeting the man behind it like a long lost friend. "Eduardo! How's business tonight?" Marcus pulled out his membership card and ran it through the magnetic card reader on the desk. As a lifetime member of Olympian Baths, he was entitled to a personal locker and first choice of rooms.<br/><br/>Eduardo smiled as he checked Marcus in for his usual 12 hour stay. "Mr. Steele, good to see you. Business is fine, just fine." The man handed Marcus his key to his room as Marcus signed for it. "I hope you enjoy your time with us, as always."<br/><br/>Marcus nodded and winked. "I'm sure I will." Eduardo pressed a button behind the large reception desk, which unlocked the inner door to the all-male sanctum, allowing members access. With a grin, Marcus pushed the now unlocked door and stepped through, the door closing behind him with a soft click.