Jon C.
Yelp
If you are a fan of voyeurism or have a scatalogical fetish, this is the hotel for you! The first thing you'll notice when entering your room (I was in room 219, so I can only speak for that one), is that there is a large window pointing straight from the bed to the toilet inside the bathroom. I can only imagine this is so someone in bed can gain the thrilling taboo gratification of locking eyes with their partner as they bare down and push out a BM. (See photo 1)
Fans of humiliation fetishes can rejoice, as once the bathroom-goer finishes voiding their bowels they will discover the joys of picking the roll of TP off the dirty tile floor behind the toilet. This is due to the clever removal of the knob that is supposed to hold the TP on it's rail, instead leaving a bare screw which makes it comically easy to knock the paper roll to the floor behind the porcelain throne that seems to be the focal (or fecal) point of the hotel room. (See photo 2).
Once you've finished getting down and dirty on the pot, wash off all the shame and guilt with a nice cold shower. That's right, we stayed for two nights and both mornings the shower never reached a temperature warmer than "Oh God its freezing." It's really fantastic for snapping you back to reality, and the complimentary soap fills the room with notes of citrus and regret.
Are you more of an exhibitionist than simply a voyeur? Worry not, Maison 140 has you covered there as well, as there are no "Do not disturb" signs available to place on the outer door handle. Every moment here is filled with the palpable excitement that a maid could come through the door to bear witness to the full range of your depravity. Full disclosure, no cleaners ever attempted to clean our room during our two-night stay, so your mileage may vary.
Want to leave a little gift for the next guest that shows how much you care about sharing fluids, bodily or otherwise? Then once again I have great news for those of you who want to pay it forward. My bedside table was covered in a sticky yellow substance that I only discovered after placing my phone, glasses, and wallet there. When it came time to pick up my phone, the undetermined substance transferred its sticky yellow essence to all of my things. Some may even want to keep the sap-like souvenir on their personal items as a reminder of the time they tried to find an affordable hotel in Beverly Hills (See photo 3 of what the towel looked like after I wiped the table down).
And the fun doesn't stop there! The establishment itself is more than happy to screw you too. When you check in, you will be blessed with a mandatory $40/night parking fee, and a mandatory $20/night "Amenity fee," which the employee was unable to explain other than "It's Beverly Hills." So whatever you think you're paying per night, add an additional $60 just for funsies.
Now personally, I'm not into any of these kinky fetishes, and therefore I had a miserable time at the Maison 140. But if you're into this sort of thing and want to get the full pervert experience (no judgement here!), I truly cannot recommend this hotel enough.