<div class="floatright">(http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp340/daggeroflath/tumblr_mfjn49GNI41rkqayvo1_500_zpsfe937118.jpg)</div><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Trent</span></div><hr/>For his first journey to the bathhouse as a member, Trent had agonized over his wardrobe. It was also the first time he'd ever selected his clothes for the bathhouse, normally Isaac had chosen what he would wear and what he would bare. It was the collar that was most heart-wrenching. He loved it and loved wearing it, but he couldn't help but think it might give people the wrong idea. So that simple, beautiful band of leather remained lovingly behind in his nightstand.<br/><br/>He had dressed in a simple white shirt, expensive but in a casual style over dark slacks. He had made two concessions to leaving his collar behind, one was a simple knotted leather cord necklace and the other was a leather strap watch wrapped around his left wrist. The feeling of wearing something around his neck and something binding his wrist, ironically making him feel more free and confident. Before entering the building he had unbuttoned his shirt to bare his chest, he'd worked hard on building that tone and it felt right to show it off.<br/><br/>When he entered the lobby, it brought with it a sense of nostalgia. Every time he had been to the bathhouse with Isaac he had crossed this room and it brought back sweet and painful memories. He remembered how Isaac would stop and talk to Eduardo each visit, giving Trent the simple instruction "Say Hello, boy". He would as ordered, say hello to Eduardo and that was the extent of their interaction, but after sitting silently through so many conversations he felt as though he knew the man.<br/><br/>He approached the desk and saw another man standing there. It wasn't anyone he knew, which was surprising given how long and frequently he'd been going to the bathhouse. He smiled at Riorden, warm and friendly, enjoying the prospect of meeting someone who had no idea of his history. He gave the other man a friendly nod, but turned his attention to Eduardo. He had something he wanted to establish quickly and despite not wanting to be rude, chose not to wait for Riorden to finish dealing with Eduardo before handing an envelope across to the concierge.<br/><br/>Trent knew that Eduardo would be aware of his new lifetime membership. He hardly would be kept uninformed and Trent was quite certain that it had been Eduardo's signature on one of pages inside. Still, he was keen to set the record clear from the very first moment. He was no longer a guest and a slave, he was a member and he belonged here. As he gave the papers over, he said a very simple "Hello", to Eduardo with a slightly pained smile at the memories it evoked. He missed Isaac.<br/><br/>He turned back to Riorden with an apologetic look, "Sorry to push ahead. I just had to hand those in. I'm Trent by the way, don't think I've ever seen you before". He said, while his mind echoed 'I don't think you've seen me before'. Maybe Riorden would give him a chance to practice who he wanted to be, without having to deal with a prior first impression.