Throughout your evening at the Fetish Formal, you will have a variety of amusements offered to you: in the Dungeon of Visual Delights, demonstrations of some delicious play; in the air, dancers on trapeze, silk and lyra; from the stage, singers and burlesque dancers; working their way through the crowd with treats from our caterer, our cast of brilliant beauties. The people we've affectionately dubbed the "Cabaret Cast" are our multitalented performers who are singing, dancing and exercising their exhibitionism for your pleasure.
River Delacour has been heating up stages in Albuquerque and beyond and is one of the founding members of Arthaus Burlesque. This vixen brings not only beauty and brains, but also some of the most fabulous fetishistic skills—it is our pleasure to bring this talent to our stage and the Dungeon of Visual Delights. If you enjoy heels, you'll not want to miss what River does to our MC, or what a pair of scissors and the best of intentions will do to Rozalyn Black's formalwear.
Rozalyn Black will be gracing us on the main stage with an offering of burlesque. Rozie was a fan favorite at Alibi on Tap, and we're delighted to have her join us for the Formal. Ms. Black is a succubus who feeds off her audience, and we tempted her to the Formal by bragging about how fantastic you'll all look. Find her on stage, in the Dungeon of Visual Delights and turning heads as she moves through the crowd.
Eddi Fication just made his premier debut at Arthaus Burlesque Presents: Virgins & Veterans at the Keshet Dance Company stage. Eddi is a high-flying boylesque bombshell, and we'll be taking to the dance floor as he sings for us at the Formal. He'll also be serving as our lead waitstaff, as he has a certain way of being exactly where he's needed at just the right time.
Dancer, martial artist and nationally known burlesque performer Kit Kombat will be on hand to wow and serve the guests of the formal. This founding member of Arthaus Burlesque will be leading the way on the dance floor and offering themself as tribute to our own Curio Lecter, Bloody Maven of Burlesque and one of our hosts for the evening.
These four, plus Curio and Julian (Addams-Wolf) makeup the members of Arthaus Burlesque, and the troupe that plays together, stays together. Arthaus believes in art for art's sake, and we love the art of stripping and turning our fetishistic delights into exhibitionist expressions for your satisfaction.
And that's not all. One of the veterans from Virgins & Veterans and core members of Cabaret Audacity is going to be performing on piano, in the Dungeon of Visual Delights, and is our featured boylesque performer. Known as the Arcane Master to many, and Satyricon to fans of burlesque, this "professional hot mess" is bringing his best—and that means music, toybag and talented hands—to our party.
DJ, musician and artist Kate SC will be spinning originals, handling the music for our featured performers and giving you a reason to ask that person who caught your eye to dance. A favorite at Alchemy, and able to adapt to our unique surroundings, we can't wait to see what the brain behind Crystal Stasis is going to bring us.
We also have friends and playmates from around the kink community coming to play with us in the Dungeon of Visual Delights. You'll know them along with our staff above by their custom January Shop necklaces with "a" charms and their white fishnets.
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