[ In Hei's experience, inviting a stranger into your space was often more of an intimate act than the sex itself. (In his profession, it's also often a foolish mistake. You can never be sure the other person is who they claim to be. ((Indeed, wasn't the whole point of a one-nighter to pretend you could be anyone but yourself?)) ) Except that's not his reason for picking the hotel. His apartment has no more homelike an atmosphere than an anonymous room does. But it's more convenient, more out-of-the-way. Less of a pattern that runs the risk of becoming a routine. ]
[ The fact that the walls here are soundproofed is an added bonus. ]
[ At the desk, the old man barely glances up as Hei pays for the night and signs some silly assumed name. In the mirrored elevator, he wants to kiss Korra; his skin feels hot where her fingers are curled around it. But the cart isn't unoccupied; glancing sideways at the mirror, he can see the reflection of one solitary guy doing something weird -- head tilted at an angle, eyes closed, nibbling at the air. Blearily, Hei stares at this odd reflection for a few moments before craning around to get a first-hand look at the man himself. ]
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[ The fact that the walls here are soundproofed is an added bonus. ]
[ At the desk, the old man barely glances up as Hei pays for the night and signs some silly assumed name. In the mirrored elevator, he wants to kiss Korra; his skin feels hot where her fingers are curled around it. But the cart isn't unoccupied; glancing sideways at the mirror, he can see the reflection of one solitary guy doing something weird -- head tilted at an angle, eyes closed, nibbling at the air. Blearily, Hei stares at this odd reflection for a few moments before craning around to get a first-hand look at the man himself. ]
[ Oh. ]
[ Just some guy making out with a vampire. ]