As I watched Betty gyrate on the stage in the remains of her outfit. I looked to see the audience. There was a wide range of people in tonight. The two centaurs standing at the back, and a table of dwarves knocking back pints of beer. There was also some elves at another table faking disinterest in the stage as they sneaked numerous glances as Betty's ass shook like a jelly in an earthquake. The rest of the customers were human, the girls were serving between the tables largely unaccosted, I hadn't been in these places, while in the real world or in the game (well not yet it was something I was planning on doing to relax after an adventure, it's funny how things don't turn out the way you expect). The bar was off to the far left of the joint.
As I cast a final eye around the bar, I would swear I say Lancelot, in disguise just dressed as a newbie staring wide-eyed at the spectacle. But it was the eyes that gave him away. His act dropped for a second as he saw me looking around. Just then I felt a hand on my shoulder, and turned around to see the compere preparing to calm me, as he asked me who I was going to be tonight. I swallowed deeply and told him I was going to be the failed magician assistant. The band was winding down as Betty smiled, winked, and left the stage.
The compere started to introduce me as I rehearsed in my mind the order for losing my various clothes, and how I could liven up the evening. My thoughts were scattered by the wild applause of my eagerly waiting audience. As I danced to the middle of the stage I finally recognised the song the band were playing "Oops I did it again!!!", I almost broke character and burst out laughing. The first stages were easy enough. The hat came off of my head, with a shower of sparkles that I hadn't expected, to reveal my long hair, As I twirled my head it spread like the finest silk in a summmer breeze. The next stage was the cloak which landed on the dwarved table, spilling their jugs. The one who caught it seemed to take it in his stride, as he used the cloak to soak up the beer, he then proceeded to suck the cloak with altogether too much pleasure. He was also looking directly at me as if suggesting a way of spending the evening later on. As I got down to the tight little crop top and panties I decided to leave the stage feeling braver and more in control of my (my, where did that come from) audience. I was just bouncing past one of the tables after throwing my top away, when I felt an almighty thwack on my ass. I twirled around to see one of the customers, a human with a wide leer on his face, suggesting that a wizard should punish his failing student, just before I slapped him, a voice rang out from behind the counter "TEN MINUTE PENALTY", and his body shifted to a more feminine shape, it was mine, boy did it not fit his old clothes as his clothes started ripping apart. His friends at the table burst out laughing, as I retreated back behind the stage with a much happier smile on my face. Hmm maybe I shouldn't have left the stage but I had enjoyed the routine so much I had just relaxed and it had come naturally, bloody Lancelot and his gifts.
I retired to my room for the evening and put on some more reasonable clothes, just my usual acrobatic outfit, with a wonderful freedom of movement, and brightly coloured, I assumed that the darker ones and the black as night one were for when I was following less than legal uses for my skills. After all a thief will lose her edge if she doesn't keep her hand in.
I decided that now I had time I should have a look around the bar and surrounding area as I was hoping to stop the rapists myself and not rely upon Lancelot, as that seemed to be far to frightening an option, they hadn't stopped the joyriders yet. I hoped I wouldn't be the next woman they failed to protect. I wandered off....
