I worked as the Director of Security for 2 years at a hotel. It was my job to be in the shadows and places people normally weren’t which always gave me plausible deniability in the event someone questioned why I happened to be somewhere.
One evening I was doing my rounds through the labyrinth of hallways that was the hotel. Somewhere in the hall I heard the familiar sound of moaning. There is something about that sound when you’re a voyeur. You can recognize a single sigh, a single moan and know what is happening. You get a sudden rush that you must seek out the source of that noise.
I moved up and down the hall slowly until I heard again, but closer. It was down the hall in the last room on the left. I stood there motionless for a moment, the moaning continued, getting louder. The doors were thin enough you could hear them slapping together in the room. Thankfully that particular room’s full-length windows were not obstructed by the casino roof like the other 10 on that floor. If I was lucky they would have left the curtain cracked, even luckier just the sheer curtains drawn. But as luck would have it this night, I hit the jackpot.