Smooth as Flowers, Uncles, Cats and Knives.
Guess what? I know you care about this. I just wrote an incredibly smooth transition. Smooth as F.U.C & K. Just have a look at it:
He was approaching the room now. He kicked off his slippers and approached cautiously, barefoot, silent. Tap, tap from the other side of the door. He gripped the handle, swung the door inwards. He wrenched the handgun from under his belt, training it on the middle of the room as his free hand flicked on the light.
See that? From hallway to bedroom and everything in between. That’s the kind of transition that comes around once in a lifetime. That’s the kind of transition authors stay awake at night dreaming about. Something like that, anyway.
Pity it happens to be in the middle of an ero fanfic.
Worst luck, eh?