Staying at a hotel, I heard strange noises coming from the next room in the middle of the night. It’s not what you might think. It was a female voice: “…Hurry up… I can’t take it anymore…”

A male voice: “Don’t rush, it’ll be done soon… Your head is too small, I can’t line it up…”
I perked up my ears, ready to record.
Then I heard the man shout: “Don’t move! I’ll do it myself! ... Ah, it fell again!”
The female voice broke down: “Can you even do it? You can’t even plug in a USB port! Why is this broken TV screen casting so hard?”
I turned off the recording.
Silently, I turned on my phone flashlight and found that there was also a USB port under my bedside table.
I leaned down to plug in my charging cable, and my head bumped into the cabinet—*thud*.
The next room went quiet for a second.
The female voice faintly came through: “Look, big brother next door is getting impatient too, and he’s doing it himself.”