💋🩸 Coochies from the Crypt 🩸💋 Step into the neon graveyard of desire, where tombstones tremble and g-strings rise from the dead. This is not your grandma’s ghost story this is a blood-soaked, booty-shaking, tassel-twirling trip straight out of the VHS vaults.
Think 90s slasher flick meets hoochie mama fantasy: latex, lace, and low-rise chaos. Our ghoulish goddesses and vampy vixens lure you in with a wink, a wiggle, and a knife hidden in their garter. Every act is a resurrection seduction sharpened like a stiletto heel, stripping down to the bone and then some. It’s horror, it’s hilarity, it’s hips, lips, and apocalypse. The only thing scarier than the screams… is how good you’ll feel begging for more. So grab your glitter crucifix and your dollar bills, baby because when the curtain rises… the coochies crawl out.
Featuring performances by: Morteisha Addams, Wes Andy Sins, Hoochie Mane, Eve Vale, Honey, Venom Luxe & Cream of Nature.
Doors at 6pm with a one hour happy hour before our performances kick off at 7pm! Dorothy remains open after the show until 11pm.
Tickets are $12 for general admission, $15 for bed lounge seating and $20 for VIP / Full Stage View seating. Any remaining tickets will be $20 at the door.
Dorothy is 21+ and requires physical ID for all to enter. Dorothy is also ADA accessible with elevator access on Campbell Ave. If you are a guest who requires elevator access, please wait by the black door on Campbell Ave with our logo in the window and call our staff to assist: 773-770-3799
Please note: refund requests are only accepted until 24h before the show (10/21, 7pm). No other refund requests will be honored.
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ABOUT THE PERFORMERS
This dominating demon slithered straight from Detroit and is here to seduce you lucky sinners. She’s been performing throughout the Midwest for the past 3 years and is making her Bodacious debut! She’s conjured several successful shows, slays the comedy stage with bone-rattling honesty, and by day brings the heat as a hot yoga teacher. By night, she’s pure nightmare glamour. Get ready to meet burlesque’s favorite villain: Eve Vale.
Thick, sweet, and just a little depraved she’s the kind of danger that tastes like caramel dripping off a knife. She’s slithered through the shadows of Kinky Black House, stirred deliciously forbidden trouble at Handpicked Social Club, and left her mark sticky, seductive, and slightly sinister all over Soho. Every glance is a shiver, every sway a spell, every smile a trap you’ll want to fall into. She drips charm like syrup , but touch her wrong and it burns, clinging to you long after the lights go out. She doesn’t sparkle, she seeps. She doesn’t tease, she ensnares. She doesn’t play nice she plays sweet… and dangerous.
And now, rising from the deliciously dark corners, making her bodacious debut… she is Honey.
What light through yonder window bleeds? Shadows twist and writhe, thick with whispers of danger and delight. The stage shudders under a storm of mischief and menace. Every step she takes is a spell, every glance a knife, every smile a temptation that crawls under your skin. Crowned (by no one but her own wicked reflection) “The Juliet Capulet of the Stage,” she is chaos made flesh, a sweet and sinister force here to claim your gaze and haunt your dreams. Making her bodacious debut, dripping mischief and menace… she is Hoochie Mane.
The pretty boy of the Haus of Wonder, he stalks the shadows of every room, sex appeal and a wicked attitude dripping from every step. Nerdy, yes but the kind of nerd whose knowledge bites, whose cosplay and costume-inspired style twists fantasy into something dangerously alive. He makes hearts stutter and shadows shiver, leaving a trace of mischief in every corner he passes. A local drag king and theater conjurer, he haunts @the.high.hall, a DIY queer theater space where avant-garde and marginalized performers are raised from the mundane, and shows unfold with bugs that crawl, Studio Ghibli dreams turned dark, puppets that leer, and chaos that licks the stage like a flame. He doesn’t just perform he ensnares, he seduces, he lingers in your nightmares. Emerging from the darkness, ready to claim the stage and your trembling attention… Making his bodacious debut he is Wes Andy Sins.
By day, she might pass for mortal… but when the sun sleeps, the ShowGhoul awakens. Crawling from the coffin in 2022 to put the whore in horror, she’s teased, tantalized, and terrified, serving goth and glamour in equal, sinful measure. A bodacious favorite, she haunts our stage, leaving a trail of blood and broken hearts in her wake. She prowls to turn unsuspecting mortals into vampires all across the Midwest… careful, darling you might be next. She is Morteisha Addams.
Soft curves, sharp fangs, and a tongue made for trouble she made her bodacious burlesque debut with a performance that lured hearts and left shadows trembling. Venom Luxe is the embodiment of forbidden indulgence, a seductress who shocks, enthralls, and never apologizes. Every movement is ritual, every glance a spell, and every sigh a summons. Come thirsty… leave haunted. She is Venom Luxe.
A violet-veiled enchantress, a high priestess of pleasure with a body that curves like smoke and a presence that demands surrender. She’s your favorite gemstone: rare, intoxicating, and just dangerous enough to leave you breathless. A proud House of Bodacious vixen, she doesn’t just step on stage—she consumes it, twisting shadows around her like silk. Her slow, hypnotic movements radiate power and seduction; each glance is a command, each sway a spell, leaving hearts pounding and knees trembling. Cross her, and the air chills; submit, and she drags you willingly into delicious darkness. She’s our bunny for the evening, and once you witness her… you’ll know she is Amethyst Synn
Soft as silk, sharp as stilettos, and dangerous as a curse — they are the dark force behind Bodacious Burlesque, the producer who doesn’t just build a stage, but summons it from smoke and shadow. They made their bodacious debut as a vision of power and peril, and since then, no mortal has left untouched. A sapphic sensation, a whipped indulgence turned high-gloss domme, they dominate the Midwest with stilettos sharp, shimmy sharper, and a mission that cuts to the bone: to raise BIPOC sapphics into the spotlight and make the world tremble before them. Their presence is ritual, their command absolute—pleasure, pain, and prophecy dripping from every move. Entire cities—Madison, Milwaukee, Chicago, Atlanta—have fallen under their spell, and still, they hunger.
Careful, darling. The kitties may love Cream, but Cream devours right back.
They are Cream of Nature.
They are the Daddi of Bodacious Burlesque, the dark heartbeat behind every sinful shimmy and every scream of delight. Our favorite comedian, with a grin sharp enough to cut and a tongue wicked enough to make you beg, they don’t just host—they command. Since the very inception of Bodacious Burlesque, they’ve ruled the stage with laughter that echoes like a spell and presence that makes mortals tremble. One flex and you’re undone, one smirk and your calm is shattered. They make you work for it, darling… and you love every second of the torment. Our host. Our Daddi. Our shadow-cloaked ringmaster of ruin. They are Zen.