Pretty well!

Earn Income (Performance). Task level 1, DC 13 (-2 from usual because this is an unusual performance people are excited for). 1d20+5=17! Success - she earns 2 silver pieces for this show.

Mira moves through the crowd, swaying her hips seductively and giving the cheering men who look her way little seductive smiles. She plays her part as best she can: the brazen strumpet, the harlot who's going to steal this other woman's man (not that she knows it, in the song, but that doesn't seem to matter). She leaps up to the stage, where Mira gives her a theatrical scowl, and smirks to the audience, popping one hip out to stand there as an object of lust. Mira starts the next verse:

"I was scared so I crept closer, and this is what she said:"

Gilia picks up in her smooth, slightly lower voice:

"Hey sailor-man, why don't you come and share my wanderin' bed?
We're both of us born wanderers, without hearth or homestead.
I make a home wherever I lie down with my legs spread!"

Gilia gives the men a big grin as she sings the last line and thrusts her hips forward, legs wide, running a hand over her mound as she does so. There are cheers and Mira gasps in mock indignation, her hands flying to her cheeks in shock (and "accidentally" exposing her breasts again). Gilia raises her hands above her head and slowly gyrates her hips as Mira sings through the chorus. The crowd is beginning to thump their mugs on the table for the chorus, clearly getting riled up. As it ends, Gilia launches into the next verse, continuing the strumpet's song.

"I've wandered many places and I've learned so many tricks,
My mouth, my hands, my cunt, my ass, they all can get your kicks!
So come on mister sailor-man, please let me work that stick?"

Mira breaks in for the final line as Gilia, still facing the men, runs her tongue around her lips seductively:

"Then my man gave the whore the nod and I felt mighty sick!"

As the next verse begins, Gilia sways seductively, pantomiming the action Mira describes:

"The strumpet took him through the streets and me, I followed close;
She took him to the Wanderers' camp, to her tent (I suppose).
I peeked through the flap and watched as she took off my good man's clothes.
Then she got to her knees and said:"

Mira has worked her way behind Gilia, who raises her arms and mimes opening a man's trousers. As Mira concludes her portion, she seizes the top of Gilia's dress and, with a single dramatic tug, pulls it down. There's a tearing sound as the carefully designed handful of stitches holding this part of the dress together rip, doing their job and leaving Gilia bare-breasted in front of the cheering crowd. They probably barely hear her finish the line: "Now you'll see how a Wanderer blows!"

As Mira sings the chorus, Gilia seizes one of her own breasts in one hand, pinching her nipple, as she drops to her knees, legs spread and mouth open. She winks at the men as she rocks her hips and sticks her tongue out lewdly, moving her mouth as though she's giving a slow, sensuous blowjob to a ridiculously oversized cock. The men love it. She continues the uncouth show as Mira sings:

"She took my man's cock in her throat, I feared she'd suck him dry!
And as I watched her worship him, I truly wished to cry.
For I could tell that her mouth was a better fuck than I;
She slopped him up, and then she said:"

Gilia whirls, still on her knees, and presses her breasts to the stage floor, leaving her hips in the air. Mira reaches down and grabs the slits in her skirt, pulling hard, and the second set of tearaway stitches give way. Mira straightens up, the back half of the dress held aloft triumphantly, as the now-nude Gilia thrusts her hips, pussy, and tail back toward the crowd and shout-sings over the cheering, "Come fuck me where I lie!"

Mira launches into the chorus again, and this time Gilia joins her - which doesn't make much sense, but then, they're beyond the pretense of "story" now, fully into the striptease. As they run through the chorus, Gilia crawls lasciviously around the stage in a wide half-circle, arcing behind Mira to end up on the far side of the stage, facing the audience. Mira is dancing in place, skirts raised up above her knees, breasts shimmying as she sings about her sailor-man. The crowd is eating it up, and as she gets around to the front again, Gilia spots Helga leaning over a man's lap in the dark back corner, industriously sucking his cock. Good. I know she needs coin just like the rest of us... As Mira starts the next verse, Gilia uses her elbows to press her tits together, arching her back and punctuating the song with little moans as though she's getting fucked. Truth to tell, it's more than a little sexy for her, as well - she can feel herself moistening slightly as she imagines getting fucked by a strong sailor. Not that any of those have ever come through Mudrin, far from the ocean as they are.

"The hussy got down on all fours and my man mounted her.
I felt my quim get hot and wet as I heard her start to purr;
But when my man said he would cum, my sight became a blur!
I leapt into the tent and cried, 'Get off of her, you cur!'"

For the first time, Mira turns to face Gilia directly. Gilia, playing her part, glances at Mira, shrugs, and keeps up her sexual pantomime. There are whistles and cheers from the crowd as Mira mimes indignation and outrage, setting up the next verse:

"My sailor, he looked mighty shocked, and I thought that I'd won.
But that Wanderin' strumpet, she still had to have her fun.
She smirked at me, his cock in her, and used that silver tongue,
Sayin':"

Gilia practically shouts out the line (a few audience members sing it, badly, with her): "'He ain't yours, his dick's in me, go on and get you gone!"

Mira continues to mime outrage through the next chorus, and then they get to the big event. As Mira starts the line, Gilia spins to let the audience see her swaying ass as she continues to ride the imaginary sailor. They sing back and forth, looking directly at one another.

"I said, 'Baby, please don't leave me!' She said, 'What a stupid cow!
If you'd been a halfway decent fuck, he'd not be in me now.
You city cunts, you never learn to take cock, anyhow.
So sit, shut up, and watch as I teach your man how to plow!'"

The crowd cheers as Gilia punctuates the last line by dropping to all fours, twerking her ass at the audience and flicking her tail up so they get a good view of her pussy and anus. As she recovers from the move, she rolls lithely to her feet in time for her next cue as Mira makes to dramatically leave the stage:

"I wanted to go weep and said, 'I've got to get some air.'
But the hussy grabbed my wrist and said, 'No, slattern, don't you dare!"

Gilia's singing directly into Mira's face right now, and though Mira is making a face of shock and indignation, Gilia can see a cruel glint in her eye beneath it. She's expecting Gilia to play the part of the heel, and everyone knows how that ends. Gilia grits her teeth and keeps singing: "Don't leave this tent 'til you admit that I've won fair and square.'"

Mira sings loudly, "Then my sailor spoke, and silenced us, said:"

Luron breaks in with the sailor's line, to scattered cheers and applause: "'I think I must compare!'"

Gilia turns to Mira. They've never done this before, but she knows the song same as most, so she has some idea of how to make the performance work. Mira sings with a look of wide-eyed shock and embarrassment on her face, looking to the crowd, as Gilia steps up beside her to fill in her parts of the dialogue, illustrating them with lascivious mime.

"I didn't want to do it, but I feared to lose him more.
And the slut just laughed, crawled off his cock, and pulled me to the floor.
As I began to lick his rod, she said, ‘Don’t you know the score?
If you want to keep a man like this, you’d best suck like a whore!’

I swore I wouldn't lose to her, and so I opened wide,
And my sailor groaned out long and loud as he slid inside.
He fucked my throat so lustily that I nearly cried,
Until the Wanderer called to him, 'Why not take her for a ride?'"

As she sings the last line, Gilia puts her hands on Mira's waist, turns her so that they're both side on to the watching men, and grinds into the blonde's ass. Mira once again plays the naif, gasping theatrically at the naughtiness. As she works her fingers into the waist of Mira's skirt, Gilia sees movement out in the crowd. The door's swung open and Helga, wiping her mouth, has hurried over to welcome in the newcomers (and potentially defuse any tensions, given what they've just walked into). Gilia's eyes widen slightly as she sees the glint of steel and supple shine of leather. It can't be... But the next verse is starting, and she has a job to do. She works Mira's skirt down over her hips as the other woman sings, getting wolf-whistles from the crowd as the round swell of Mira's ass emerges.

"She pulled me back and laid me down, and stripped my cunny bare,
And I blushed hard as he knelt down, pushed my legs in the air.
We'd never fucked like this before, and I feared I would tear.
But I came as he pounded me and his whore held my hair!"

Gilia almost absentmindedly weaves a hand into Mira's blonde curls as the other woman pretends to orgasm like it's the last things she'll ever do. As the men at the tables cheer and belt out the chorus while Mira writhes, Gilia's eyes are on the small group making their way across the taproom toward an open table, led by Helga: a motley crew, well-armed, and diverse. Not mercenary soldiers, then - there's only one thing they can be. Adventurers. Her pulse quickens. This is it! They could be my ticket out of here...a new life.

If only she wasn't naked onstage, doing a fucking erotic dance for these country bumpkins!

Gilia thinks fast. She knows how the song ends - not well for the Wanderer - and she doesn't like the gleam in Mira's eye as the other woman turns to her. If I end this performance playing a weak little kitten, they'll never take me seriously... She doesn't have time (or privacy) to convince Mira, though. If she's going to make a show of strength and talent, she'll have to do it now. She can improvise a new ending...and she can make Mira go along with it.

At least, she hopes she can...as Mira starts to sing again and moves away from Gilia, she desperately tightens her hand in the other woman's hair.