[The attendant is behind a thick plastic window, with a slot to pass cash through. He's a scruffy looking bald guy with lots of tattoos, who seems to be boredly reading a dirty magazine.]

One night for now. Preferably a room without a window.

[There is a silent exchange of money and a key.]

[As they walk through the halls, it's clear that every room has a white noise maker just inside the door. It blocks a lot of sounds, though the particularly loud sounds of certain trysts and arguments can be heard slightly over.]

[They find the room and slip inside. Con locks the door behind them and turns on the white noise machine there.]

[The bed is less than clean looking but not as bad as it could be. Not because the place is good about cleaning linens often but they'd just managed some good luck in getting a room that's had them done recently.]

[They'd be best off not touching that bedspread, though.]

[Sometimes telescopic vision wasn't pleasant.]

Okay, we are nooot touching that. [He picks it off the bed pinched between two fingers and tosses it into the corner of the room, cringing.]

We should use the hair dye. And...I'll explain things.

And take some time to think.

I'm sure you probably have a million questions.