Without a single word, she wrapped her arms around his head and made out with him real sloppy. He knows how to have a good time. I nodded, and he pulled me to the dance floor without skipping a beat. An orgy! And Viagra. On my way out of the disco, I took a quick peek into the "Play Room," which was the official designated sex area of the ship, and saw one couple ing, another engaged in a strange take on missionary, another going at it doggy style, and one lonesome man jerking off to porn that was playing on a giant screen. There must have been 10 people in that hot tub, and in the ultimate act of teamwork, 4 of them had linked arms to make a human bed in the water for a woman who was being eaten out by some dude who looked like a Backstreet Boy, while another, voluptuous woman looked on and coached them, like a ringleader. She was a goddess. A true goddess. And per Desire tradition, the ship was clothing-optional, super erotic, and very, very sex and alcohol-friendly. I am Mr. The redhead? The second was my sip-glass that I intended to nurse for, like, an hour, but I ended up chugging that one, too. That was enough excitement for one night. I can't fit my tits in it," she whispered as she cupped her massive fake boobs and jiggled them around. The dance floor was absolutely packed with drunk, middle-aged hedonists dressed as sexy versions of Wonder Woman, Cat Woman, Batman, Spider Man, Zorro, and pretty much every superhero you can think of. One woman, who was dressed as a really slutty Wonder Woman, took a good look at my lobster-motif sweater, and wobbled over to me with her clear stripper heels, her cocktail sloshing around with each step.