Eunbyeol wasn't mistaken to suspect cameras on the corridors of every hotel floor, which was pretty much standard security in any proper hotel, and more so in posher ones that took greater care of their guests privacy. Such more secure suites might further include Matrix level security against online intrusion, and perhaps also some basic level magical wards to prevent disturbances on the astral plane. Wu's room was one of the penthouse suites, so it was reasonable that it might have such.
OOC:
That information was a freebie, I notice you didn't actually take any Knowledge skills, so be prepared for me to rule that Eunbyeol might be ignorant of a whole bunch of things... ;)
The door opened, and Eunbyeol was greeted by a rainbow-haired woman wearing very little, and holding a cocktail glass of some indeteminable liquid. Underneath her lingerie her breasts seemed to glow iridescently, in sync with the colour of her hair and fingernails, and in time and rhythm with the loud synthwave beat that was pumping out from within the suite.
"Hello!" The woman greeted Eunbyeol too brightly.
"Come in!" She took her hand and pulled her into the room. It was an opulent affair, high ceiling, over-decorated in every conceivable way, as if the designer was high on novacoke when they conceived it. The main living room was much further in, and a man was seated on the bed-sized couch within. What was immediately noted by Eunbyeol when she entered was the presence of another woman, this one sprawled on the dining table to the far right, clad in a skin-tight transculent outfit with an opaque print that shifted as if she were a Rorschach test. This second woman was unexpected.
