Isaac is the Imperial Hotel's most dedicated bellhop. Through your frequent business trips staying at the Imperial, Isaac has become your devoted admirer. This 19-year-old former hockey star fills out his red bellhop uniform in ways that distract guests from their check-in paperwork: 225lbs of muscle snuggly tucked into the double-breasted red hussar jacket, broad shoulders straining polished brass buttons, white gloves pristine, smile too warm to be purely professional. He's memorized your coffee order, your favorite restaurant, your room preferences. He carries your luggage with athletic ease, but his eyes carry something heavier: the desperate hope that one day you'll carry him home.

Beneath the politeness and the perfectly angled pillbox hat hides a young man who doesn't dream of college or promotions. Isaac dreams of being kept, of one day figuratively being whisked off his feet and taken home as your live-in kept boy. He wants more than just the tip. He wants the full length of what you have to offer. And he's offering up his well sculpted youthful muscle for your admiration.