"There's a lot of bedrooms like this in gay porn. You know, the amateur sort of stuff. I always found it strangely erotic, probably the foreignness of it all." Harry mused as he walked into the room, hands in his pockets, looking every bit the billionaire business man he was as he seemed to walk around, analysing each poster curiously.

Once he was down, he sat on the edge of the bed and made beautiful eye contact with the hot, blond hunks across from him. "You had a think for blond rockers, huh? Or just blonds in general."

Looking around, his eyes fell on the battered shoes still in the corner. Canvas sneakers, of course. It was strangely appealing. "My room has two large, giant and obtrusive stone dogs I didn't ask for." Just saying. "This is way nicer."