This quickie, about a spiked punch that has zippers flying, serves as sexual filler. After the first swig, both the clothing and the story go out the window and we are treated to 90 minutes of straight sex with genital close-ups, endless pumping and the instantaneous doffing of duds via a jump cut. No on-camera disrobing. Cut to the case.

Nina tries to put some life into her two scenes, but boring angles and a camera glued to one spot do her in. Cross-cutting between scenes, a bit unusual for the New York style, helps a bit, but not much. This is one party that is in need of a transfusion, but if you’re wondering what a “toad patroller” looks like, check out an unbilled walk-on bit by one about five minutes into the show.