If the crowd's reaction is any indication, your dance is more than halfway decent, it's extraordinary. Just think what you could do if you'd ever taken a lesson. Three patrons buy the nearest harlots in a state of coin-dumping arousal and at least one man getting a lapdance creams his trousers early. It's a terrible waste of mortal cum, but he probably wasn't worth the trouble of sucking it out properly. When your number is finished, the elven dancers who were once annoyed at being upstaged gaze up at you in admiration, asking if they can resume their routine now.