To dance at the inn

Zayeh studied the little man, both amusement and curious.

"Well if it isn't your lucky day, mister Gnome," she said. I am Zayeh, this is Lira and we are the the best dancers that you will ever have the pleasure to hire!"

The dwarf flinched and looked angry. "I already have dancers, thank you very much! And I have no desire to hire any new ones, especially not two lasses so dumb that they can't tell the difference betwen a dwarf and a bloody gnome! Good day," he rumbled and turned around and started walking back towards the door.

"Wait!" Lira shouted.

"Sir, please forgive us," she said, trying to mend the situation. She gave him a girlish pleading smile and leaned forward and treated him to a good view of her deep cleavage. That usually did the trick. "All we ask is that you give us a chance!"

Zayeh also leaned in and batted her long eyelashesm at the dwarf. "Yes, pretty, pretty please, sir handsome dwarf!"

The dwarf muttered. "Maybe I was too rash, I guess it wouldn't hurt to give you a chance to prove your worth. I have an empty slot to fill tonight since Coburn the conjurer had a fire accident on stage a few nights ago. You can have it. Consider it an audition"

"Really? Oh, that's so sweet!" Zayeh said and leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you sir, you will not regret this!" Lira said and kissed the other.

"We'll see about that. Ladies follow me, let me show you the Northern Arms!"