I was at a beach resort. I went into the arcade; it wasn't very extensive. It did, however, have a couple of Playboy Playmates hanging out, as a way of drawing a crowd. It was definitely working, too.
Then Carmel arrived; we were there to watch the Street Fighter world championship.
Offshore, there had been some sort of accident-- a freighter had torn open or something-- and millions of tons of some sort of skin-porous aphrodisiac got into the ocean. Anyone was was out in the water, in the waves, started getting really horny and out of control.
We needed to get back to our room, quick. We scuttled along past a beach covered in one long continuous orgy, like a fleshy worm made of people having sex.
We couldn't wait. She wanted to do it up against a wall, but a shopkeeper chased us away. Finally, we find a place, a nightclub that's unlocked but not open for business during the day. It's called Club Nyarlathotep. We rush inside and into the bathroom. It has clear glass on the bathroom stalls but we don't even care at that point.