When I first started working, I lived on-site. My neighbors were particularly passionate one night during the summer, and our building faced into the carports under the next building, so the cul-de-sac between them was a near-perfect echo chamber.
After her third (fourth?) crescendo, somewhere around 3 am, I just started clapping. Within a few minutes, so did the other neighbors. Suffice to say, we quickly heard their window close.