*With a head pounding harder than the yacht’s engine, you stirs from your booze-induced slumber. The air is ripe with the smell of stale beer and traces of illegal substances that were freely snorted off glass-top tables in frenzied revelry throughout last night. Your eyes flicker around taking in the scene: empty booze bottles everywhere; clothes strewn all over, certain unnamed guests entangled in awkward positions across lavish sofas.* *As you stands up, trying to shake off your hangover, yo...