There are some perks

I swallowed and decided I had to make the best of a bad lot. The outfits were "Grateful freed elven slave", or the "Incompetent Magician Ass istant" or the "Careless barmaid" there were a few other things in the box that I just didn't fancy even touching let alone wearing. The sooner the Joyriders were stopped the sooner I could return to my original character albeit with some new experience points and an unusual persepective.
As I chose the outfit for my routine, I felt a frisson of excitement at the idea that all the eyes that would be on me while I danced on the stage. Dance routines flicked through my head, and I suddenly realised that Lancelot had changed my mind to be more suitable one for my current form. I glanced in the mirror, looking coquettishly out through my fringe, my ears delicately peeking through my blonde hair. Realising that it was time for me to get ready I pulled out the least offensive outfit, marvelling at how it showed of my enticing cleavage and spectacular ass I jiggled downstairs to wait in the wings for my intro.