Walter was coming out of the shower himself since this event was to take place at his Lake House. Honestly he didn't really get much of a say in it. everyone else seemed to decide on it so he just rolled with it like how one rolls along inside a snowball after it gets big enough in typical cartoony fashion. Walter had dusk brown hair and deep brown eyes and his body was slightly damp as he cleaned himself up quickly figuring to at least look decent for this private party. He knew what they had planned but he wasn't entirely certain they had the nerve to go through with it. Boy was he in for a rude shock.<br/><br/>In the meantime Walter Desmond had been currently preparing the lake house for tonight's affairs. The bar was stocked with sodas, seltzer if one was wanting that or a bit of good old alcohol on such a crisp night such as this. Chips were assorted along with pretzels and a table had been set up with chairs around it near the bar. Heading towards the guests rooms he had made damn sure there were... party favors for lack of a better word in this manner. Be it sheaths, intimate jewelry, dildos, and such interesting toys each in a drawer next to the bed. He pulled his clothes on his body and buttons up his shirt and hooks his belt into place.<br/><br/>Everything was ready essentially so he figured that was all that he could manage. He then waited upon the others to arrive but he was not yet certain whom would show up first. Walter wasn't nervous but the idea that this was effectively an excuse to swap partners got a touch of blood going faster in excitement. He smiled at the idea of the girls potentially picking another other then the one they were with. But more then likely it was going to be up to the men to make the first move and event then it was a crapshoot since the ladies might get jealous. Suddenly this all seemed like a very elaborate way to play russian roulette.