Rebel Wilson certainly doesn't seem to be holding back in her tell-all Hollywood memoir. Hot on the heels of revelations about when she lost her virginity, and her fractured relationship with Sacha Baron Cohen due to his alleged on-set inappropriate behavior, the latest juicy reveal from People centers on a raucous party filled with drugs and orgies that Wilson professes to attending, which was hosted by an unnamed British royal.

Besides the sordid details of the party, the story is piquing readers' interest in trying to unravel the mystery of which British royal Wilson could be talking about?

The details on that front are sparse. Regarding the British royal's identity, Wilson says only, “I got thrown a last-minute invite to a tech billionaire’s party – the guy who invited me, who’s like fifteenth or twentieth in line to the British throne, had said to my male friend, ‘We need more girls.'” (What a gentlemanly invitation, eh?)

Feel free to go start googling “who's fifteenth or twentieth in line to the British royal throne,” but it seems there are too many rich offspring of the Queen to really narrow down the culprit much from that description. Better to stick around and enjoy the other sordid details of the soirée.

Wilson went on to explain that the party took place at a ranch just outside of the Los Angeles area. (So be sure to add “which British royal has a large LA ranch” to your googling.)

The party had a medieval theme, so Wilson came dressed in a “buxom damsel outfit complete with cone hat.”

She goes on to describe the party as “insane. Men were jousting on horses in a field, girls dressed as mermaids were in the pool…”

Not sure how mermaids fit into the medieval theme, but nevertheless, Wilson continues, “The property was massive, and because it was quite a drive, people had been assigned rooms to sleep there overnight.”

As the red flags continued to pile up, Wilson says “I watch the British royal flounder around whilst I continuously hike up my boobs… There’s a huge private fireworks display and then all of a sudden it’s 2am and a guy comes out with a large tray piled with what looks like a ton of candy.”

Spoiler alert: it wasn't candy. Wilson went on to find out that the substance was “molly” at which point she turned to another partygoer for clarification: “I turned to the screenwriter I’ve been talking with, confused. He says, ‘Oh, it’s for the orgy… the orgies normally start at these things about this time.'”

Well it's nice to know that the British royal who passes out drugs like candy at his parties at least keeps his orgies on a set schedule.

It was at this point in the evening that Wilson had her Usual Suspects/Sixth Sense-style light bulb moment of revelation. “Now the comment by the Windsor about needing more girls started to make a lot more sense,” said Wilson.

“They weren’t talking about a boy-girl ratio like it was a year-eight disco,” she continued. “They were talking about an ORGY!”

“Needless to say,” Wilson continued, “I hike up my damsel dress and run out of there as fast as I can.”

Rebel Wilson may not have wanted to stay for the drugs and orgies portion of the medieval party, but the encounter was an entertaining read nevertheless. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to google “15th or 20th British royal to the throne who has an LA ranch and likes drugs and orgies.” Hopefully that narrows it down by at least a few princes.