There's a whole series of clichés dedicated to the idea that if you don't evolve, or keep up, or change, you'll die out. While it seems unlikely that the appeal of women slowly and seductively removing their clothing will ever wear thin, Ivan Kane is in the business of upping the ante anyway. Imported from the Hollywood location of his Forty Deuce Nightclub and Burlesque, Las Vegas is now home to Ivan Kane's, a rock 'n' roll spin on traditional burlesque. The core elements are there - clothes come off, some more clothes come off, the crowd goes wild. But this isn't your mother's burlesque show.
Dancers drop in from the ceiling, dancers wear gas masks, dancers hang from the rafters and all the while Pink Floyd plays in the background. Or David Bowie. Or Aerosmith.
Kane said the Royal Jelly show is a product of his, "desire to open the boundaries a little bit, just to kind of smack the face of convention." If you look close enough between the leather outfits and God Save the Queen underwear, you can probably see Convention there, rubbing his reddened cheek because with Royal Jelly, Kane definitely connects.
Here's your challenge: grab the attention of an entire nightclub full of carousing tourists, dance-happy locals, networking VIPs and the occasionally inebriated convention-goer.
You can't pull the fire alarm. You can't start a fire. No bullhorn will be provided.