Melbourne's finest purveyor of naughty bits and pieces was formerly known as Dungeon Warehouse. Apparently they thought that would scare folks off, so some marketing genius came up with renaming it Mannhaus, thereby making it sound like a German dungeon, and presumably far less scary then. Hmmmm. At the end of the day it's full of whips, chains, lubricant, leather, rubber and dildos the size of a fire hydrant. Somehow I don't think the punters are easily scared.