It’s a Fifty Shades of Grey night from OTC improv. It promises to be erotica like you’ve never seen. Come watch seven massively out of shape improvisers cough and wheeze in such a way that your loins may cause you to become Ten Shades of Embarrassed. It’s a night where pot bellies, flab, and cellulite collide. Think of it like a car wreck of erotica; you want to avert your eyes but you can’t. Whether you are single or married you will leave the theater stunned and realize that stage lighting can be very cruel to the less than fit.