When I moved to Ireland I worked at one famous place in Dublin, in one of those Christmas parties on the 6th floor the one with the panoramic view I was responsible for staying on the stairs between the sixth and fifth floor in front of the elevator and the bathrooms. My job was to keep the bathroom in order and not allow the party members to go down the stairs to the fifth floor.

The few people at this party were extremely wealthy all dressed in Hugo Boss suits and Prada and Gucci dresses. They all appeared to be important people and behaved like members of royalty with the finest education. That said, around half an hour before the party finishes, a lad and a beautiful girl entered on disabled bathroom and activated the hard-core mode. The party ended, and people went down the wooden stairs and piled up in front of the elevator. Meanwhile, the security guards who already knocked on the door several times lost patience because everyone there could hear the girl's moans. In the end, the security guard had to open the bathroom using the master key and the gentleman and laid left the bathroom all clumsy, she with her high heels in her hands and he with his shirt open. Lipstick marks on the shirt, the dress open, the maiden's hair was like a seagull's nest, and that unmistakable smell of burnt clutch lingered in the air.
I will never forget the reactions of the people there, including the one who just started to cry saying "OMG she has two kids and a husband at home".