Another redditor suggested that I post this for you guys, so here I go! :)
When I was 20, I went to Italy on vacation with some good girlfriends. I had a BF at the time who was a good guy and I certainly wasn't intending to do anything when I left, but part of me had always wanted to have a holiday fling.
We arrived in Venice and decided to spend all day checking out the sights before having dinner and some drinks at some beautiful resturants along the river. We all had a bit to drink and it was about 2am by the time we got back to the hotel, which was this really fancy place with a marble reception and its own spa and pool area.
My friend Becky had virtually passed out in the other bed in the room we were sharing separate from the others, but I just couldn't sleep that night. Still a little jet lagged, probably. So with nothing to do and not wanting to disturb Becky, I went down to the hotel spa area to just be by myself and chill.