Where am I?

While you may not immediately notice his face, I should tell you that this is not the prettiest man in the world.

But he has a sort of masculine presence that I find rather commanding.

That chest, the hair, those nipples, those muscles...

Which is all very well but, just when you feel you're getting acquainted with another fine, upstanding young man, something like this happens:

I don't know what to make of this interloper. A sort of Ron Jeremy figure, perhaps?

Still, our boy seems happy and, I guess, that's the main thing. Probably.

Although I do quite like the soft tones of that bedroom. I wonder which hotel it was filmed in?