Thirty minutes later, the freshly showered, satisfied and packed couple headed downstairs. They cautiously enter the sitting room to find a disaster zone. Furniture lays askew amongst cushions and torn throws. Several half eaten and now melted tubs of ice cream litter the room in rivers and puddles of caramel and chocolate. Empty bottles of champagne laying on their side, cake crumbs scattered over the rug. Her beautiful lingerie thrown around the room in tiny pieces, his tie hanging from the light, his trouser and shirt flung on opposite sides of the room. They look at each other and laugh. 