Theatre Burlesque Group Solves Clue Board Game Mystery With Seductive Deduction

Board Game Burlesque Adaptation

In a show such as Sweet Tooth Events produces with such a diverse and passionate calibration of talent among the entertainers, the best is always on stage in one portrayal of sensuality or another. In this steamy saga of the ‘Clue’ board game, the narrator and script fuelled the heated orgasmic suspicion around all the characters and spurred sassy suspense toward wicked wonder and lust quite well.

Mysterious Sexy Performers

The dinner guests were of course the ‘colourful’ Clue board game personas, but the snooty, uppity class demeanours were converged with the cheeky, provocative flirtatious of the burlesque artists. They brought the suspects to life in a very real, albeit censored way, and hid the gilded murder weapons in places closer to some other family jewels.

Between each act the unobtrusive ‘Shylock’ detective would step out of the shadows to scrutinize the chalk outline on the floor while calmly puffing away on her pipe. She would contemplate the scene and take notes on the quirky traits of all of the dinner guests, as well as the maid servants in order to reveal the predominant ‘who’ flavour in this spicy ‘whodunit’.

Arousing Detection Questions

I have a notion on some of the questions Detective Shylock might ask herself in this fatal male travesty.

  • Was Mr Green’s green beard real or was it real green glitter and does his carpet match those drapes?
  • Why did Mrs White smile so sweetly when she poured tea for the dinner guests if she secretly wanted to strangle them all?
  • Why did Miss Scarlet lie about wanting to be loved only by Mr Green when she fell head over heels for Mr Boddy and his cache of diamonds?
  • What does Professor Plum really teach and does she tutor her students on how to commit the perfect scandalous murder?
  • Why wasn’t Miss Peacock more discreet with the knife she hid in her garter that was clearly protruding a blade stained with blood red rhinestones.
  • What about the humble serving girl who was quietly dusting a lampshade and then leapt onto the dance floor with such verve that her gyrations knocked the baggy pants off old Colonel Mustard? And, was that a gun in his thong or was he just glad to see her?
  • Did she even notice when Mr Boddy sneaked in and liberated the guests of well-hidden evidence in his seductive mingling session?

Many unanswered questions abounded amid the throngs of thongs and pasties, but in the end the guilty burlesquer was caught and sentenced to perform in the finale.

Manly Boylesquer

As always, the synergy in this group of artists is one that infuses the audience with its intoxicating liveliness and gaiety in such a way that it’s no wonder you wake up still feeling sated in your sense of fun and enjoyment – it’s fun that has staying power!

I quite enjoy the amazing symbiosis between burlesque performers and their audience in that the more you goad them on the more spirited the performance for a greater exchange of excitement.

Like when you’re sitting in the front row where you can woot and wahoo at a the suave siren swivelling across the stage and he will knowingly oblige you with a sexy glance and then tease the buttons on his sequenced shirt until it falls to the floor only to reveal his manly rhinestone-studded pecs. Ooh la la!

The Belly Dance Taboo – An Erotic Fantasy, a Patriarchy Victim or a Feminist Victory?

“Ye to sirf prostitues karti hain”

(It’s a dance done only by prostitutes)

I was dumbfounded one morning when my boss made that scathing statement while we were discussing how we spend our weekends pursuing our passions. He further went on to share some unsolicited advice on how I should “Do it only infront of my husband or boyfriend.”

I was infuriated by this crude ridicule of the integrity of the art I love and my soul felt agitated. I would have made a snide remark about his caveman mindedness if, at that instant, the demure girl in me wasn’t forced to reconsider the choice made a year back.

I reminisced. I had, with great enthusiasm, consciously chosen to learn belly dancing as a way to explore and express my femininity. Initially I was skeptical about participating in an experience that is assumed to be sexually exploitative but was immediately struck with contradiction. For the first time I appreciated my body for what it was able to accomplish physically and aesthetically.

It felt so good. The doubt transpired. It transfigured into an urge to spread awareness about the art form and address the stigma attached to it.

‘Belly Dance’ is a popular improvised version of Raqs Sharqi, a dance form originated in the Middle East that involves undulating and serpentine movements of the torso. Highly recognized by the image of a voluptuous woman in a sequined costume and bare midriff performing such movements.

It originated as an art form passed on from a mother to her daughter to prepare the womb for child birth and was often performed at social gatherings.

Then how come along the way an art with such sacred origins came to be known as disreputable, something no proper women would indulge into and it was shameful for men to watch as well.


“Belly dance exists at a point of conflict between women’s expressions of fundamental truths, and patriarchal interpretations of this expression. It is not an easy place to be”, Andrea deagon phrases it well. It is these points of conflicts from which we can alter realities.

While for women the dance was a way to express emotions and a creative outlet to reconnect with their sensual selves which is an intrinsic aspect of human state.

The patriarchal era viewed women as a potentially disruptive force and their sexuality considered dangerous, due to the assumption that men are unable to resist their powerful lure.

The cruel patriarchal norms thus gave rise to a stereotype of belly dancers as sexually available, morally questionable, exotic unveiled dancer, an antithesis to restrained Muslim womanhood.

Moreover, when the west started to colonize Middle East, it attached the element of exotic to it. Failing to understand the movement vocabulary they wrongly perceived it as something sensual and irrational. It was soon shunned as a dance that arouses carnal desires in men.

Because men cannot control themselves against women’s allure, they put the responsibility on women instead. Are there any other reasons why it would be so intrinsically wrong for women to express their sensuality in public?

I would say belly dance is transgressive because it destabilizes social assumptions that women should not (publicly) shake, or draw attention to their breasts, hips, abdomens, and especially their pelvises.

Today, women around the world are taking it up and you ask them why?

To go beyond the comfortable into what stretches, challenges and revitalizes the mind. It helps them to tap into their physicality, reconcile with their body, feel liberated and foster a spirit of sisterhood.

It is sad that such an expressive dance form remains so misunderstood by a majority of the society and because of my unabashed love for it I can only hope the world soon comes to embrace it.

The Pitfalls of Impressing Women With Mind Reading & Mentalism

I’ve been performing mind reading and mentalism tricks on people for years and it took me a long time to realize something quite important about performing it on females if you want to actually impress them. There was one occasion where I learned the most from and I’ll share with you the story.

A couple of years ago I was at a friend’s house party. Naturally, like most gatherings I attend, a few of my friends pleaded with me to perform a few tricks for the guests. I say pleaded because they know I only perform when I’m in the mood to perform. Although I’m a performer by nature, to be truthful, sometimes I just cannot be bothered and don’t take kindly to people expecting me to perform like a monkey whenever they want me to.

Mind Reading and mentalism to me is a bit more special than to just randomly ‘do a trick’ whenever someone asks you to. I believe in the experience of the spectators and if I don’t think the mood is right, I won’t perform. That being said, this time I felt the time was right, it probably had to do with the 70% of attendees being rather beautiful females and one in particular really caught my eye.. so anyway..

I decided I WOULD perform some mind reading. I thought this would be a great way to get this young ladies’ attention.

So sat at a large table in the kitchen surrounded by about 10 people, and more importantly, the young lady I had my eye on and I proceeded to warm up with some ESP testing cards and rightly guessing which ESP symbol each volunteer had chosen. I could feel the spectators getting excited. I then moved onto a bit of playing card mind reading which involved reading the minds of volunteers and correctly guessing which playing card they chose. I also mixed in a bit of pseudo-psychological influence for good measure.

I could see it all going really well and the important female spectator was probably showing the most interest, asking me to ‘do her next’.. read her mind that is. So anyway, what happened next confused me for a good few days.

I decided I would try out a cold reading technique I had learned earlier that day, what that involved was asking them a very general statement that would either hit – and you’d have a miracle and miss – where you could brush it off as something that could happen in the future. For those of you who don’t know, cold reading is what psychics mostly use when they give one-on-one demonstrations of ‘psychic ability’ to people they’ve just met. So I said to her “Where’s the broken door?”

She looked at me puzzled, “What do you mean?”

So I said it again, “Where’s the broken door?”

Her puzzlement turned into downright shock and she ran out of the kitchen screaming to tell her best friend who was in another room. I found her in the other room explaining to her friend what I had just said and it was impossible for me to know. I found out that literally the week before, she had been locked in her bathroom because the lock on the door was faulty and she had to call down to her house mate to get help. I had performed a miracle.

I was almost shaking with excitement but my excitement was very short lived when for the rest of the night, she wouldn’t go near me because ‘I was just too weird’. Great.. she thought I was a freak.

So the morale of the story and to bring this to an end is be very careful what you perform and who you perform it on. If you’re trying to impress most women, don’t completely freak them out, unless the girl’s a bit weird, they probably won’t enjoy it. I’ve figured out the reason is that if they think you’re truly psychic they feel naked and exposed and can’t relax around you. This is probably why I don’t claim to be psychic and instead perform ‘psychological tests’.

Either way, experience will tell you which tricks and suited for which people. I have a trick in the ultimate mind reading manual I wrote called Stigmata 2.0 and it’s so powerful I will usually only perform it to the right people. I’ve scared a few women away with it let me tell you but then again, I’ve got a few numbers off it too.

I hope you can learn something from my story and think about your mind reading tricks to make them really special.