With every show, the music gets better and the costumes more elaborate. The skits are comic and erotic at the same time, questing to leave no kink unexplored.
Somehow the disco beats, billows of smoke, and dancing guy/girl vocalists’ distorted crooning didn’t impress me. Some claimed I missed the gorgeous subtleties
I know I should feel changed at this point, or should have had a revelation, or found God or something. All I feel is the need for a shower and some chocolate.