"By the way," Sherlock said casually as they stepped out of the taxi several minutes later, "Shimani doesn't allow any talking at his performances. Convenient for me, since I won't have to disguise my voice, but I thought you should know."
"No talking. Right." John took a deep breath. "Who's Shimani?"
"Erotic performance artist. He and his wife create some amazing art together for extremely intimate crowds. Met him when I was modeling and he extended an invitation for me - well, Shirla - to attend any time. When this blackmailing case revealed that the client had attended a performance, I thought it was time to call in the invitation."
John shot him a look as Sherlock demurely tucked a hand through his elbow. "And we have to call it a date?"
Sherlock's eyes gleamed. "This is not a solo venue."