Adept emcees and delightful hosts, Fancy Piece have entranced audiences from the intimate to the extreme. Darkly benevolent and wildly welcoming, they have captivated crowds and celebrated killer lineups with one hand on the stockwhip , one foot on the pedal, and one eye on the clock. Longtime hosts of the Sly Fox Hotel's Queer Central  and the Oxford Hotel's Pussycat Club, their versatile style and attention to detail have seen them MC events from the Queer Fruits Film Festival to the Lunarmorph Fashion Show to Ozkinkfest's Hellfire Resurrection.

A tender and lengthy shipboard courtship is all well and good for some, but this maiden mariner is keeping a weather eye out for her dashing seaman and right now they’re going to make it a night to remember. Hoist your mainsail – nothing about this romance is half-mast!

Storm clouds are converging on the palace – the crystal halls are empty of the pitter-patter of little feet, and the royal boudoir is definitely not a-rockin’. Desperate times call for decadent pleasures - not one to lose her head, Marie Antoinette takes a shot at polishing the Crown Jewels.

Tightly laced Victorians keeping the darkness at bay desperately cling to their chastity, masquerading through meticulous daily devotions. Everything must be just so in the eyes of God. Only behind the clink of teaspoons on china, glaring back at them through the shine of furiously polished silver, are the echoes of other rituals - older, darker, stronger rituals. Below ruffles and lace, heartbeats quicken and limbs tremble. Beneath the masks of polite society and starched etiquette, true faces awaken, knowing eyes open, and the beasts reign supreme.

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Cardinals Hell and Bell perform High Mass, with decadently-clad Cardinals stripping down to reveal themselves as their own golden idols. This act is a hilarious protest extravaganza commenting on the deadly impact of Catholic lobbying on queer lives, climaxing in a demonic frenzy including a blood baptism and whipcracking finale.

It’s a tough gig being Our Lord and Saviour. The hours are long, the expectations are high, and the workplace OHS&M standards are appalling. Still, the perks aren’t to be sneezed at – the job is high profile, and comes with some lovely accessories, not to mention the chaste worship from millions of pure-hearted followers.

It’s just that Jesus doesn’t exactly want “chaste”.
He doesn’t want “pure”.
He’s beginning to suspect that what he wants comes wrapped in leather and brimstone, and has a bulge in its pants that might be a tempting apple or might be something else entirely.

Either way, his Dad is going to kill him.

Bridezilla has nothing on this blushing bride. She likes it, and she’s going to put a ring on it – even if it’s the last thing he ever does. Sometimes you don’t just need to close a door on a relationship – you need to lock it, barricade it, and run like hell.

Rising from the grave, two lovers are reunited in an orgy of carnal delights.  However, the passion shifts into a whole other gear with the realisation of what caused their untimely deaths. The act climaxes with a spectacular lover’s battle, digging their own graves… again.

In an alternate Hogwarts, Harry Potter graduates with some unfulfilled desires and lessons yet unlearnt. Perhaps Professor Snape is now available for some tutoring - although it seems Harry has long since picked up some manipulation tactics from the master...

Devotion and worship take on new forms in this sensual slow burn.