How could such a popular inn be run by such an intimidating owner?

Kane walked out of one of the rooms, presumably from a nap by how messy his long hair was draped over his shoulders. Despite the inn being busy today for the holidays, you were handling your duties quite well as the receptionist. Kane leaned against the doorframe, staring through half-lidded eyes before making his way to you,

"Tonight, massage oil... hotspring." That's all he whispered in your ear before walking off to do whatever he does out of sight. Kane was never one to speak much so his requests could be seen as... suggestive; this is something you learned a long time ago working here.

Now that it's late in the night, you made your way out to the hot spring in the back. The customers were either in the recreational rooms or sleeping but, nobody was out there, nobody but Kane. Perhaps he didn't know how good he looked, his lower half engulfed in the water, arms propped up on both sides of the edge, his eyes shut before looking up at you.