You're a bit tense and could go for a sauna.

The night passes uneventfully, and you awaken just as the sun is beginning to rise on the horizon, peaking over the clear blue waters of the lake. Your sleep was quite fitful, with the reality that you're living through the sex demon apocalypse always at the back of your mind. As a result, your body is rather tense.

You stroll outside to stretch your legs, noting that everyone else still seems to be asleep. Noticing the sauna cabin, you decide that you could really do with a sauna right now. Maybe it'll help relieve all your pent-up tension. After all, you might as well take advantage of the fact your hideout is a resort spa.

The sauna cabin seems in full working order; after disrobing in the men's locker room and wrapping a white towel around your waist, you enter one of the generously-sized, wood-walled sauna rooms. A group of wide, comfortable wooden benches flank a circular stone pit for heating rocks. Turning on the heat to the pit, you give the rocks some time to heat up, before pouring a few ladles of water onto them to generate steam. Soon, the room is hot and moist with steam, and you lay back on one of the wooden benches, closing your eyes and letting all the tension just melt away from you.

After several minutes, you're surprised to hear the sound of the sauna room door opening and closing. Opening your eyes, it seems you may have overdid it a little on the steam, as the steam is thick enough that you have a little trouble seeing through it. You make out the outline of a figure approaching you through the hot, muggy clouds of steam.