Checking in with the exclusive group of ten guests who are about to share an Intimate Space is a stylised and pleasant experience. The lobby of Adelaide’s Hilton Hotel is like that of an old chum you haven’t seen in a while; there’s something a little different, but it will take some time and a keen eye, to work out what it is. Some choices need to be made, and some waiting done, but as cast members loiter, hiding in plain sight, we start to wonder, are we at the show, or in the show?

The concierges who initiate our journey are perfectly cast. Ashton Malcolm’s warmth immediately puts us at ease, and Kym McKenzie and Michael Noble’s meticulous performances where attention to detail is crucial are well considered, cheeky and perfectly paced in a distracting environment.

We are 17 floors above Victoria Square, and already a little disorientated, before a piece of abandoned luggage presents as a seemingly impossible prop. Here, Darcy Carpenter is magnetic and endearing in a scene that is surprising, unsettling, and delightful. Around the corner, room 1721 reveals a fantastically staged duet at which we view an intimate moment, and confirm how we feel about voyeurism.