He's not sure what he expected when he came into the sectioned-off area. Of course there'd be a bed here, Ivan is a LSP. He tries not to focus on it as he works on removing his very Komarran top and folds it neatly to set somewhere. The thought slithers through his mind that he can't even remember the last time someone saw him without his shirt on and attempts to shake it out.

With a heavy sigh, he settles into the massage chair and rests his hands on his knees.