Squeezing her hand, Phoenix followed her into room two. Keeping the clamps against one palm, he started undoing the buttons of his shirt, certain he wasn't mistaking the direction in which she was intending things. "It's a wonderful room," he said negligently. The thought of the other lounges was intriguing, certainly, but he didn't anticipate having the opportunity to explore them, still not willing to go through the process to become a member.
Phoenix was thin, a lifetime of food scarcity (aside from his time at Hogwarts) combined with his vegetarian lifestyle didn't lend itself well to a broad, muscular build, but he was pleasantly toned, a smattering of hair across his chest that he couldn't be bothered to do anything about. "Show me how you like to use the swing," he suggested, his hands starting to work his trousers open.