The Dancing Pony

As I was trying to regain my senses and balance, Lancelot came to my side and started telling me more details about the rapes. The targets were dancers from the docks. So naturally that was to be my new job. Although my characteristics were a little more developed. I was really an acrobat, with dancing skill, and a higher level of fighting skills, than the average adventurer (or adventuress). Lancelot then made a mirror appear so that I could get an idea of my appearance as a whole. I noticed the slight points to my ears, and realised that I was an elf. I imagine one of the sleeping knights had recently watched that damned Peter Jackson film, and had feelings for Arwen. I was then transported to my room above the 'Dancing Pony'. I waited not exactly eager for the next development. There was a knock at the door, and a gruff voice called out 'Time to earn your keep, your routine starts in fifteen minutes'. He then poked his head around the door, his food stained beard thankfully hiding much of his ugly face 'Don't forget if you take any private visitors, I'll know, and claim my share', and with a dark chuckle his head retreated behind the door.
Looking around the room I saw the wardrobe with my stage clothes, although there were a large variety of outfits to choose between they were so skimpy that most of them could have been kept in a teacup. Alas I chose to....