I'm not saying that waterbeds can make it difficult for the untutored neophyte to successfully reach the rhythms of coitus, but do you see those chairs? With the wheels? The wheels in the deep shag rug? Yes, it's a room of many challenges. Anyone who wishes to stay here must have his sideburns matched against a chart at the front desk. You must be this groovy to ride.
Two things make the room: the cut-out cardboard love-imps bought from the local Ben Franklin, and the placement of the bed RIGHT BY THE WINDOW. That's probably the window opening up to the courtyard, not the parking lot, but still. And is it big enough? I'm reasonably certain they trucked it into place and built the hotel around it.