Yes. Julia told him to, after all.

Alan sat at his table at the side of the hall watching the spectacle surrounding him. He took the opportunity to give the dancer a more thorough look.

Her deep black tresses whipped about at every pirouette she made. Her skin was flawless and very fair, nearly blindingly so. She wore very little, a pair of see-through, gauzy pantaloons, a small equally translucent top to hold her ample bust. They were adorned with baubles and jewellery which chimed with every move she made to the music.

The young man had never seen anyone move like her. It was as if she did not just dance to the music, she felt it, lived it. Every deep bass of the drum accentuated with a sway of her hip. Every melody of the flute accompanied by her slender arms moving along herself and through the air.

Alan was enthralled and could feel his manhood growing at her display.

He was brought out if it harshly, when Julia came back with his order.
‘Evelyn is quite the sight, isn’t she?’ she remarked, ‘Here, your rabbit stew and wine, Alan.’

Alan nodded to her, forcing his eyes away from the dancing beauty.
‘Thank you, Julia. She’s a very good dancer and the crowd seems to like her too. Does she—ahm—meet with patrons?’ he said.

Julia was somewhat annoyed that he was suddenly so eager to meet one of the girls when he had rejected her earlier—Eve always seemed to get the cute ones. She decided to try to sway his opinion.

She leaned forward, giving him a great view of her cleavage.
‘Well, she is rather busy most of the time—especially after she finished her dance on the stage. I’m not sure she would have time for you. You know, regulars and all that. But I am getting off waiting duty soon, maybe I can keep you company,’ she coaxed him.

Alan tried not to look too disappointed at the news.
‘If you have time I’d be happy for the company,’ he said.

Julia’s face lit up at his approval.
‘Great! Give me twenty minutes and you’ll have me all to yourself,’ she said.

She quickly busied herself attending the other patrons, as if working faster would make time run quicker too.

Alan dug into his stew—it was infinitely better than the travelling rations he “enjoyed” on the way there. The wine was of rather poor quality, but he did not really care while he watched Eve finish her dance.

The crowd erupted in cheers as the music stopped and Evelyn curtsied to the patrons. She slowly made her way along the tables, chatting with a few of the patrons—regulars, he presumed.

When she passed his table, she stopped.
‘Hello, young man. May I sit?’ she more stated than asked him.

Alan nodded and offered her the seat next to him. She did not heed him and slowly sat down in his lap.
‘I prefer this spot, thank you,’ she teased as she draped her arms around his neck.

She could feel his hard phallus pressing into her bottom and it greatly pleased that she had this effect on men.
‘Mhm, you liked my dancing?’ she half moaned.

The young man could not believe his luck. The woman Julia had said would not have time for anyone other than her regulars was sitting in his lap and blatantly hitting on him.
‘I did, you were mesmerising, Evelyn,’ he said as he tried not to grind his groin against her.

She giggled at the complement. Her routine honed by many years of hard work.
‘It seems my reputation proceeds me. And what might your name be?’ she inquired.

Someone cleared her voice behind them and both looked to the source.
‘His name is Alan, if you have to know, Eve. And he’s spending the evening with me, thank you very much,’ Julia huffed.