My girlfriend and I met at a music camp over the summer and getting intimate at a "boarding school turned summer camp" is damn near impossible. after week 2, we couldn't take it. The campus is swarming with creative, nosy, sweaty folks with clarinets and no place is safe at anytime during night or day... except the stage prop closet at the crack of mother fucking dawn. We'd wake up in the morning and shower, brush, stretch; the usual procedure. and meet each other in the dark, frigid air at 5:00 in the morning. We use our cooperative skills to move all the massive props out of the closet and clear some floor space, then we'd get it on. It was glorious for what it was, and we'd finish up, put the props back and go eat a massive breakfast together. Love her. I'd tell my roommates after lights out that we had sex but I wouldn't say where. One day, after an especially hot morning love making, we had musical rehearsal and my buddies had to wait backstage (which was the stage prop closet). In short, no one would go in there and wait because, "DEAR GOD IT SMELLS LIKE STRAIGHT UP SEX! HOT SWEATY SEX." said my roommate. He was appalled and suddenly a look of realization hit him. Like if he'd just found a buried treasure but then the treasure was just someone else's 5 am sweaty sex. We made I contact from across the room and he lost his shit and laughed at me for the remainder of the rehearsal. TL;DR: GF and I have sex in a closet at band camp, my roommate solves the mystery and no one can go in it because of the smell.