Yup.

You decide to take your stomach's growling as an affirmation to your decision and head towards the feast.

You can see many wooden tables, all finely carved, filled with an assortment of food; from meat to salads as well as all manner of Polynesian food. You hungrily eye the many tables and pick your poison. You grab a plate and begin dishing up some diced pineapple, sliced papaya, and grab yourself a helping of what is labeled Kalua Pua'a, though it smells like pork.

You find yourself a seat and begin digging in. A boi, who appears to be a pacific islander, carrying a large tray filled with Piña Coladas stops by you and hands you one. You enjoy the food and drink but soon your plate is empty and you're beginning to feel the drink and now you're more than a little randy. You look around for someone to have some fun with.

You see a fair number of people swimming or playing in the fake ocean and you're sure the water feels nice in this humid atmosphere.

You see the boi who was offering drinks is still making the rounds.

There's also a small gathering of people watching some hula dancers on the warm sands.