Stick around

You’re curious to see where this show goes. Besides looking around the tavern, you’re not the only woman. Roughly 20% of the audience is female so the odds you get dragged on stage is decently low. You watch over the course of an hour or so as various acts go on. Juggling, singing, dwarven square dancing, and card magic are among the more impressive. The tavern has become more rowdy with time and drink. You yourself are roughly four meads deep courtesy of the bar maid. The world is slowly spinning by the time you come back from a piss and sit down at the bar. Just how strong is this mead? Just as you start getting comfortable a loud voice scares the hell out of you.

“AND OUR NEXT PERFORMANCE WILL BE A WEE BIT OF A SURPRISE FOR ALL YE. A DANCE COURTESY OF THE FINE DWARVEN LASS AT THE BAR.” he says pointing directly at you.

“Of all the luck.” You quietly complain under your breath. All in the bar turn to look at you. Their excited eyes await your move. You can’t ditch this without drawing some form of ire from the crowd or bard. You lock eyes with Furgus the bard as he smiles ear to ear.