It's not just the whole staff. It's Kurt too. His eyes wander, and they notice.
It only makes sense. They make their living being observed, being a perpetual object of lechery, they know what being beheld feels like on their skin. Whether it's one pair of hungry eyes or hundreds, it matters little. Whenever they're observed, their bills end up paid.
In Mr. Molloy's case, it's just more literal than ever.
Knowing that he stares, that he likes what he sees—because they're also fine-tuned to pick up on that, whether the stares are appreciative or loathing—makes the young interviewee feel nervous, yes, but... also more confident. They like being the center of attention, being captivating. It makes them straighten up, makes their shoulders roll back, their chin tip up, their strides longer and more graceful, even in high heels. They try to keep an air of professionalism as they show Molloy the front desk, take him into offices and storage spaces, as they point out assets and weaknesses with the building's presentation like they're a goddamn real estate agent.
But they would be lying if they said their hips always swayed as confidently as this. As brazenly. Kurt is not below sleeping their way into a job, if it comes to that.
"... and while most of our guests only check in for a one-night stay, we do offer packages for weekends and longer," they chirp as they pass the front office section where keys and mail are sorted, currently staffed by a young woman with a shock of red-orange hair and a deep, deep cleavage straining against her full chest. "Ginger takes care of any incoming mail addressed to guests, and sees to their continued comfort during their extended stay. Don't you, Ginger?" they tease, grinning at their co-worker, winking playfully at her. They're feeling fun and flirty, okay? It wouldn't be appropriate to take that out on their future boss.
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It only makes sense. They make their living being observed, being a perpetual object of lechery, they know what being beheld feels like on their skin. Whether it's one pair of hungry eyes or hundreds, it matters little. Whenever they're observed, their bills end up paid.
In Mr. Molloy's case, it's just more literal than ever.
Knowing that he stares, that he likes what he sees—because they're also fine-tuned to pick up on that, whether the stares are appreciative or loathing—makes the young interviewee feel nervous, yes, but... also more confident. They like being the center of attention, being captivating. It makes them straighten up, makes their shoulders roll back, their chin tip up, their strides longer and more graceful, even in high heels. They try to keep an air of professionalism as they show Molloy the front desk, take him into offices and storage spaces, as they point out assets and weaknesses with the building's presentation like they're a goddamn real estate agent.
But they would be lying if they said their hips always swayed as confidently as this. As brazenly. Kurt is not below sleeping their way into a job, if it comes to that.
"... and while most of our guests only check in for a one-night stay, we do offer packages for weekends and longer," they chirp as they pass the front office section where keys and mail are sorted, currently staffed by a young woman with a shock of red-orange hair and a deep, deep cleavage straining against her full chest. "Ginger takes care of any incoming mail addressed to guests, and sees to their continued comfort during their extended stay. Don't you, Ginger?" they tease, grinning at their co-worker, winking playfully at her. They're feeling fun and flirty, okay? It wouldn't be appropriate to take that out on their future boss.
Besides, they definitely want to gloat.