Marcus sipped his whiskey and took a long puff of the cigar, the smokey tendrils drifting up towards the ornately carved ceiling. He was a veteran of many bathhouses in his time, but this one was by far his favorite. It was spotlessly clean and the staff aimed to please without being obtrusive. The clientele ran the gamut from Daddies to Boys, from Twinks to Bears, and everything in between. There was almost always something or someone for everyone here.<br/><br/>Rubbing his thumb on the outer rim of the glass, Marcus watched idly as Dante approached Trenton to join the man for a drink, somewhat reluctantly it seemed, for Marcus was sure Dante had his sights set on the boy sitting somewhat nervously by himself. He took another small sip of the amber liquid and grinned slightly as the two men began to talk. It couldn't have worked out better if he'd planned it himself. While the two were engaged in their pissing contest, he'd be more than happy to introduce the novice to the ways of the world.<br/><br/>Picking up his drink, he slid off his chair and slowly walked towards the young man, gazing confidently at him and giving the boy every chance to turn and run away. If he didn't, Marcus would know for certain the boy was at least curious about what he had to offer.