Not wholly...but he proposes an alternative.

Request (Diplomacy). _Will DC 19. _1d20+5=6! Gilia uses her Hero Point to reroll: 1d20+5=13. Still a failure.

"Luron," Gilia hisses as she hurries into the kitchen. The burly man looks up from the pot of questionable soup he's tending. "I thought you said that I would perform tonight! What the fuck?"

"Don't get mouthy with me, slut," Luron snaps. "I didn't make you any promises. Mira wants to dance, and it's been a bit since she did, so I said she can. You can play for her."

"The musician doesn't make half as much as the dancer, and you know it," Gilia snarls. "I...I need this money, Luron. Please. They're tipping us nothing out there!"

"Put out a bit more, they'd probably tip more." Gilia glares at him, and Luron sighs, holding up a hand. "But it ain't that part of the night yet, yer not wrong. Hmph. I already told Mira she could dance, but...tell you what." A cunning gleam has entered his eye, one that Gilia's not sure she likes the look of. "Been thinkin' about trying something new for a while. How's about this: you'll both dance."

"What? Both?" Gilia sputters.

"Sure. Special event. We'll try it out, see if they like it. I think they will," Luron says with a grin.

"But...we've never tried that. We don't have a plan," Gilia protests.

"Eh. You'll work it out. Chat with Mira ahead of time, if you're worried. Tell 'er I said to do it."

"Who'll play?" Gilia asks, grasping at straws.

"I will!"

"You?!"

"I can play the pianerfort," Luron says, actually looking slightly offended. "Just 'cause I let you girls do it don't mean I don't know how."

"But...what about the pay?" Gilia asks. "Will we just...split it?"

"Yeh, you two can split it down the middle," Luron says affably. "Don't worry, though - special show like that, I bet it'll get you plenty of extra coin. Might even come out ahead!" He grins, and Gilia nods, her heart sinking in her chest. "Go on, now, get back to work."

Gilia heads out of the kitchen, feeling pessimistic. I have to talk to Mira...make her follow my lead. As she threads her way through the tables. Now that it's gotten dark, the room's a bit more full, and there's some laughter and more conversation. She makes her way over to Mira.

"Oopsie! Dropped that spoon...clumsy me..." As she approaches, she sees Mira bend over next to a table, smirking, and "search" for a spoon for several seconds. The men at the table chortle as the nearest one grins and, waggling his eyebrows at the others, runs his hand over Mira's round ass. "Why, sir!" Mira straightens up with a wink. "If you want that sort of thing, well...you'll have to ask some other girl...or at least some other time..." She winks again, and there are gales of laughter from the assembled men.

"Mira," Gilia catches her arm as the blonde leaves her table. "I have to talk to you."

"What is it? I'm busy," Mira hisses.

"Luron says we should dance together."

"What?! He told me I could dance!"

"Yeah, well, he told me that too. Now he says this is the solution."

Mira scowls. "That useless lump...fine, so we'll dance together. Whatever."

"That's the thing. We need a plan. I think I have the start of one...will you let me come up with it and do as I say?"