That bed is going to be as famous as the lady who loves to flounce around on it.
My usage of flounce may not fit the modern dictionary definition, but it is the way I learned it long ago.
There was a story of a man who went away on business. This was long ago when beds had some 'give' to them. He suspected his wife was fooling around with the Sheriff, so he secretly placed a crock of cream under the center of the mattress, and tied a turnip above it, figuring her weight alone would not get cream on the turnip. When he returned home, he checked the turnip and crock. The turnip was clean, for his wife had found it and wiped it clean. Her husband still accused her of being unfaithful, which she denied. He told her she didn't flounce around enough on that bed all by herself to turn that crock of cream into butter!