“Immersive” theatre is in vogue these days. I’ve been to Sleep no More, an interactive play loosely based on Shakespeare’s Macbeth, where you wander through a sort of haunted hotel and watch different scenes of varying weirdness. The set decoration is excellent. Afterwards, you’re escorted to a cocktail lounge where you watch a live jazz band. Some people love it; I think it has its good moments. But Queen of the Night, playing at the Paramount Hotel in Midtown Manhattan, takes things to a whole new level. To begin with, it includes a sit-down, very decadent dinner with the kind of food Medieval kings might have enjoyed: whole roasted pigs, giant lobsters, immense ribs. But that’s only a small part of the show’s appeal. I don’t want to give too much away, in case you decide to give it a try, but expect to be seduced, to be caressed, and perhaps more…if you’re up for it. The actors pick and choose their subjects; look them playfully in the eye and they might just whisk you away to a secret boudoir. Oh, and there’s a performance full of sexy acrobats.