They dance

Thorren ushered Zayeh and Lira through the back door, and they found themselves in a busy kitchen. Staff scurried around undaunted by the newcomers, and there were several fireplaces where skewers of meat sizzled and large iron pots simmered over the burning coal.

”This is our kitchen,” Thorren needlessly explained. ”Our cuisine is the finest in the city, outside the citadel,” he added proudly.

Perhaps that said more about the state of food in the city than it did about the quality of this inn, but the delicious smells were mouth-watering nonetheless.

”But let's not linger here, let me show you the real pride of The Northern Arms – the stage.”

The dwarf led them through a storage area, then through some cramped passageways and a few more back rooms lined with rows of gaudy stage clothes and scattered pieces of scenery before they reached the area right behind the stage.

”Well here we are, the scene right is behind these curtains,” said Thorren.

Zayeh and Lira peered through the long red drapes. The main room was quite big and lofty, with a scattered audience of mostly men carousing among tables. More guests gathered in the three stories of galleries that overlooked the stage. Right in front were a sturdy wooden theater scene and even a band of musicians crammed in a small orchestra pit.

Zayeh whistled. The two of them had indeed danced in worse places than this. ”Well ladies, time to show me what you got,” the dwarf said. He gave Lira's arse a firm push, then Zaye's, sending them out on the stage.

The audience fell silent as the two beautiful dancers entered. Lira turned to the musicians in the pit, ”Do you boys know 'The Dancing Slaves of Karth'? Good, then let's begin shall we.”

The music started lightly and solemnly with the steady beat of a drum and a plucking lute. It seemed like those musicians knew what they were doing. Zayeh and Lira slowly circled each other in fluid, provocative movements, stretching their legs, shapely and vigorous, raising their arms over their heads and swaying their round hips seductively from side to side and they let their seductive gaze wander from one audience member to the next.

The musicians played faster and more intense, and a horn and a flute joined the increasingly sensuous melody. Zayeh and Lira's movements became more wanton and lustful. They arched their backs and perked up their breasts, proudly exposing their beauty. Their skimpy flimsy clothes did little to cover their taut and buxom bodies. This provoked a few approving whistles and shouts from the crowd who continued to watch the two dancers with undivided interest.

As the music became even more intense, the nature of the dance changed. Lira bent over in front of Zayeh, like a **** girl submitting to a mistress. Her golden mane of hair touched the floor as she moved to her knees in front of Zayeh and she wiggled her arse and thrust her hips, expressing both passion and meekness though the movements of her body. Her mistress then brought her up again and ran a delicate finger over her mouth, down her breast, down the curve of her belly and to the silk covered mound between her legs.

The music built up to a crescendo and Lira and Zayey switched to careening and gyrating like mad. They tossed their long hair from side to side and shook their tits and arses all over the place – their now glistening bodies lost to the music as they twirled, snaked and spun like a pair of ecstatic bitches in heat. The crowd stood up and roared. A few of them even tried to climb the stage before being brutally knocked down by the bouncers.

The last note finally faded out. Zayeh and Lira panted as they took a deep bow to the audience and returned to the waiting dwarf behind the stage.

Thorren stood there applauding, mouth agape. ”That was magnificent! Tremendous!" he practically shouted. ”You are hired!”

”Didn't I tell you,” Zayeh said with a grin while catching her breath.

The dwarf raised a finger.

”There's one small formality though,” he added with a lecherous smile. ”You will have to spend the night in my bed.”