It was a painful wait for the twins as they were released to return to their room until it was time. Lindsey chose to deal with it by resolutely not talking about it, but just sprawled on his front over their single queen sized bed and contemplating what to bring with them. Just in case, he always brought things like condoms and lube, and spent an hour trying to pick the right flavors.

By the time two came around, he was ready, dressed in a nice pair of trousers and shirt that, at first glance, wouldn't give the impression of his true profession. When the clients already handpicked them, they no longer had to sell it, but merely had to fit it to the client's request. Since they didn't request anything, Lindsey decided to go the 'presentable route', guessing they would like looking at something more refined before they got them out of their clothes.

And as uncomfortable as he was, he was glad of it when he climbed into the backseat of the limo and fit in a bit better than his holey jeans would have.

There was a moment of awkwardness when he first climbed in, unsure if he should be taking a seat or kneeling on the ground. Figuring that the missy would tell him if he was doing it wrong, he took the seat and scooted over for Eliot to get in.