Do it

Leaving the safety of the bard, you chug back the remaining 1/4 of your mead as you stride for the stage. You have no idea what is compelling you to be this brave, is it really the mead? You feel compelled to play your role in the show. You reach the stage as Fergus speaks to you quietly.

“What’s your name little lass?”

“Iyda” you say.

“Iyda, got a family name?”

“Iyda Ironstag.” You blurt out as you stand beside Fergus. Fergus turns to address the crowd as you feel their eyes on you.

“THE LOVELY IYDA IS HERE TO PLEASE ONE AND ALL. WATCH HER CAREFULLY LADS, THIS ONES A TREAT.” He suddenly slaps your ass which elicits whooping and cheers from the crowd. Fergus produces a small lute on which he plays a fun fast paced tune. As the tune starts, you feet seem to move on their own as the dance begins. You playfully dance about the stage as you do a dwarven style jig. Even at such a simple jig the crowd cheers loudly as if expecting something. That’s when you hear it. A lone chant, evolves into a crowd consensus as you can hear;

“TAKE IT OFF, TAKE IT OFF.” Fergus begins to join in and you feel compelled to give a good show. Taking your shirt off would surely make things a lot more lively. Then again your not wearing anything underneath. Is that so bad though?