Hot damn. If the walls at Nexus Arts Venue could talk, they would be whispering the darndest, dirtiest details about the alluringly sinful Confessions Club, returning to the stage for a third season. Buckle up because they’ve sharpened their stilettos, amped up the heat and want to know your safe word.

Hosted by the bewitching Darcy Mae, Confessions Club delivers a high-energy night of bump-and-grind cabaret. Each performance explores pleasure in all its glory, from kinks to consent, domination to self-love, and everything in-between. If Moulin Rouge and The Rocky Horror Picture Show had a love child, it would probably look a bit like this show: it’s camp, it's sexy and it’s full of surprises. From the outstanding choreography to the velvety vocal performances, these stars have their repeatedly sold-out audience in a chokehold (consensually of course).

Confession time: it does run a little long. With such a large cast all sharing the spotlight it’s understandable, but there’s nothing wrong with leaving the crowd begging for more.

Props where props are due, though; from the boudoir set design to the dazzling costumes, it’s a feast of corsets, silk, lace, bustiers and feather-cuffed negligees (the costume designer has truly outdone themself). You won’t find god here but after being seduced by a striptease then faced with a bedazzled nun/vagina situation, you might be hard-pushed to name a more holy experience.

Confessions Club Vol. III concluded at Nexus Arts Venue on March 7; picture: Kyahm Ross.

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