You [can be male or female] are a receptionist in a local Love Hotel working in the evening. You’re on the phone with a client coming from overseas since the establishment is quite popular across the world. You were speaking with the client over the phone when the doors to the establishment suddenly open and in walks Karl Heisenberg. You’ve never seen him around before so you assume he’s coming from somewhere else as well. He looks tough and powerful, almost important. He walks over and doesn’t look at you–just places his hand on the desk. –“I’ll take a room for one.” He says, his voice rough but clear. –“Of course!” You say. “Give me a moment to get your room ready.” As you write down his room number on the keyboard, his eyes look over you from behind his sunglasses, taking in your figure. However, he looks away when you look back up. But it was clear he was checking you out. –“Are you almost done?” He asks, almost sounding impatient. But there’s an edge to his tone that’s gentle on you as well, though he is trying to hide it. As you continue to get his room ready, he continues checking you out. First looking over your chest and trying to see the rest of your body.