A little love, please, for Trixie Little and her sidekick/nemesis/duet partner, the Evil Hate Monkey. We can say without fear of contradiction that Trixie is best and bendiest burlesque detective we know, and Evil is without a doubt her most simian lover/termentor. This Baltimore-based dynamic duo has plenty of local admirers thanks to their appearances at the Birchmere, Palace of Wonders, and elsewhere — and unlike Batman & Robin, they are refreshingly open about the forbidden lust that keeps them bound in each other’s spell.

Alas, The Super Secret Show, their entry in the Fringe Festival, has been saddled not just with a venue change, but with two truly execrable time slots, 5:30 today and noon on Saturday, before they get to wrap things up at a more appropriate hour (9 p.m.) on Sunday. In the plus column, their move to the Warehouse is a big improvement over the atmosphere-and-bathroom-free Scientarium. It’s helps that at the Warehouse you can purchase quite reasonably the kind of adult beverages upon which the proper enjoyment of a show like this so heavily depends.

The Warehouse is fine place to shut out the light, and it’s a good thing, too, because this show is frankly too debauched to be performed or seen in the daytime, while the vengeful sun o’erwatches us. There is a whisp of a plot concerning Trixie’s attempt to locate the nefarious thief who absconded with the golden pasties, but you won’t care: You’re there to admire Trixie’s well-toned, weirdly flexible, and unbelievably strong body as she wows you with her skill on trapeze and baton, and her impeccable taste in glow-in-the-dark lingerie.