Naughty Playground 2025: Vegas Queer Kink Roars Back to Life

By Jennifer Howe / Photography by Ric Crews

After a twelve-month hush, when the queer kink scene in Las Vegas felt like it was holding its breath, PROUD & Kinky swung the doors wide open on June 20, 2025, and reminded us exactly why we missed them. Their triumphant return, aptly titled “Naughty Playground,” took over The Usual Place and packed it with more than 230 revelers, each ready to rekindle the raw, electric magic that only a well-run, radically inclusive play party can conjure. By midnight the next morning, it was crystal clear: the hiatus was history, the community was ravenous, and the house had been well and truly brought down.

Welcoming the Crowd: Consent, Comfort, Community

From the moment guests crossed the threshold, they were greeted by a consent-forward check-in team offering color-coded wristbands to signal preferences, a table of safer-sex supplies, and copies of PROUD & Kinky Magazine fanned out beside the PROUD & Kinky keychains and merch. The message was unmistakable: this was a space where every body, every identity, and every curiosity would be respected and celebrated.

The venue’s black-walled main hall had been transformed into a neon-lit playground. A raised stage commanded the center, flanked by two fully stocked dungeon zones.. Overhead, violet and vermilion wash lights pulsed in time with DJ Hypnotizing Hippie’s irresistibly sinuous beats, weaving a sonic spell that kept dancers, tops, bottoms, and voyeurs in hypnotic harmony all night long.

Makers’ Row: Craftsmanship Meets Fetish Fashion

Kink is nothing without the artisans who arm us, and Naughty Playground’s Mini-Maker Market was a love letter to handcrafted fetish gear.

Megan of Liquid Red anchored one end with a sparkling array of rings and pins that caught the stage lights like disco balls. She also had pasties, paddles, and fans. Her lavish display proved that adornment can be both decadent and durable.

The center table belonged to Andrea of Agrevancia, whose hand-stitched posture collars and sharply tailored mesh dresses dripped with queer couture attitude. She also debuted an ingenious line of 3-D-printed cuffs in pastel hues; proof that technology has a kinky side.

Rounding out the trio was Jorge of Tribeless, polishing the last of his mahogany and padauk paddles moments before the doors opened. Each impact toy featured an ergonomically carved handle and buttery-soft leather falls, marrying sculptural beauty with thuddy precision.

Threaded among these booths, the PROUD & Kinky merch table offered free “safe-play kits” (condoms, nitrile gloves, single-use lube packets, Narcan), next to copies of their latest issue.

Showtime: Artistry in the Round

At precisely 10:00 p.m., the house lights dipped and the stage lights blazed, funneling every eye to Lady Coquine, the night’s mistress of ceremonies. Draped in a neon green sequins with an exaggerated vulva, she opened with her signature comedic burlesque number—a riotous romp that ended with silk scarves, gloves, and tiny liquor bottles, tumbling theatrically from beneath an oversized labia prop. The crowd howled, and the evening’s playful tone was set.

Lady Neon followed, stalking onstage in a black leather corset and paneled skirt. Each slow peel of fabric revealed a fishnet bodysuit beneath, culminating in a deliberate, sizzling wax-play finale. Hot crimson drips traced her curves under blood-red lights while the audience hung on every hiss and shiver.

Next came Ivan Rose, an acrobat whose entire act was a love letter to the trans flag. Clad in a sky-blue rope harness that tethered wrists and ankles, Ivan danced across and within a freestanding metal cube, bending physics and binaries alike. Their contortions were equal parts circus and ritual, each inversion a fierce declaration of trans joy.

Between acts, Lady Coquine invited willing bottoms onstage for a mass spanking symphony. Twenty-three brave souls rushed forward, forming neat lines. With a flourish only she could deliver, Coquine worked her way down the rows, timing crisp smacks to DJ Hypnotizing Hippie’s bouncing beats. For many, it was their first public scene; for all, it was an unforgettable rite of communal catharsis.

The stage kittens, Maude Zoleum and Day, glided in gothic glam and trans flag colors, to reset the space, their choreography so seamless it became performance art in its own right.

Scenes of Power and Play

The tempo shifted when Ty the Gentleman appeared in razor-cut slacks, escorting Cat Black, locked in a rolling cage. Cheers erupted as Ty bared his torso. He whisked the caged submissive center-stage, unlocked the door, and hoisted Cat onto a waiting purple spanking horse. What followed was a masterclass in tease and rhythm: long, deliberate swings of matching floggers that landed in perfect sync with ambient bass drops. In a final flourish, Ty scooped Cat into his arms once more, carrying them off like a dark prince exiting a fairy tale.

Fresh from winning the Mx. Henderson Pride 2025 title, Blayde Saxton exploded onto the platform wrapped in red-and-black leather chaps, a studded corset, and, most importantly, the swagger of a crowned champion. Their high-energy drag routine, brandishing a riding crop like a royal scepter.

Just when the room thought it had caught its breath, The Marvelous Melei materialized in a voluminous scarlet tulle skirt, rhinestone corset, and gag fashioned as luscious red lips. Her drool-fetish spectacular pushed the fluid-play envelope: strings of gleaming saliva stretched dramatically as she tongued sex toys, each strand illuminated by spotlights until the audience was practically drooling in sympathy. She stripped to jeweled pasties, capped it off with a flawless balloon swallow, and left amidst a standing ovation.

The night’s finale paired rope virtuoso Nikki Bound with her equally fearless partner Bailey. In matching blush-pink lingerie and intricate hip harnesses, Nikki hoisted Bailey into a single-point suspension that spun like a living mobile. Moments later, she rigged herself alongside, and the two femmes performed a mid-air ballet; limbs weaving, torsos arching, ropes creaking in hypnotic counterpoint. It was pure trust manifest, a visual love letter to switch dynamics and the beauty of shared risk.

Beyond the Spotlight: Interactive Delights

The entertainment did not end at the curtain call. A dozen eager attendees signed up to be tied by Patrick of the Rope Oven Boys, whose meticulous suspensions offered newcomers a safe taste of aerial restraint.

On the periphery, Jupiter Lightningstorm reclined in an antique claw-foot tub. Clad in pasties, panties, and glitter, they twisted into improbable shapes, a tableau equal parts siren and contortionist.

Across the hall, a photobooth gilded snapped Polaroid-style prints. Leather pups, rope bunnies, and high-femme dominants all queued to immortalize their outfits; souvenirs destined for scrapbooks and social feeds alike.

Meanwhile, the dungeon stations thrummed. One corner crackled with Florentine flogging; another glowed under violet wands. Trained dungeon monitors with red arm bands glided through, ensuring every scene remained safe, sane, and consensual.