Yet another night in the least desirable of places. If Taft were of a different persuasion, he might have some shame about it. Seedy motels and all the stigma associated with them. But, really, why? Places like this are so damn practical.
Inexpensive. Private. Easy to access.
He's used motels like this one for so many meetings already, the mere premise of a seedy motel is synonymous with Taft's personal 'office'. He smiles to himself as he waits for his guest to arrive. If there were any witnesses before - those who may have seen a bald man inviting others into a motel room - tonight's catch certainly tops the list. How sad for the kine who only graze the surface of that little detail's purpose. Vivian is a Daeva: her purpose for existing as she does is more closely tied to how much of a 'catch' she is than they could ever realize.
Taft understands. So, prepared for anything, he waits outside of the motel room. Twirling the keys idly as he waits.