Seeing that they're not getting their stage back any time soon, the two elves you've rudely ousted from their own performance go off to sell some lapdances among the patrons. Thanks to how thoroughly you've gotten the crowd worked up, it doesn't take either of them long to find some interested parties. By the time you're finished, the band looks just as tired as you are from trying to keep up with you and there are more waitresses giving overpriced blowjobs to relieve your pent up audience than serving drinks. It's the closest thing you've had to a proper orgy since coming to this damn city. As you make the proposition to sell yourself for the ridiculous sum of a thousand gold, your erotic dance routine suddenly becomes a comedy, evoking incredulous laughter from anyone who still has the presence of mind to hear your words. You get a few interested blushes and smiles asking for womanly attention before Lynne comes up to speak with you again. The gnome asks you to bend down so that the two of you can have a semi-private conversation (and to show your ass off to the table behind you, who have been far too stingy that night).<strong>"Tell ya what, Astarotte. Give me some time and I'll get you a list of our girls who are into girls. I think you've made us enough money for one night, though. You wanna go back to your room and rest? I'll bring some refreshments, if ya like."</strong><br/><br/>Enough money for one night? Impossible! She probably just doesn't want you stealing any more business from her other employees. Still, some rest after an hour of intense dancing doesn't sound bad. Especially if there's a bath too.