She whimpered a little bit to realize how many o these men were left, but then she gave a long breath.  Settling back into a confidant stance, she raised he dagger and beckoned the brutes--most of them a head taller than she and twice her weight!--with the fingers of her left hand.  "Shall we dance?".<br/><br/>The brutes do her best to oblige, but prove poor dance partners.  She weaves through them like a shadow, none of their clubs touching her.<br/><br/>"You boys should go back to your dance instructors," she slipped between two and twirled, skirt fanning and knife flashing at the legs of two men in a single arching blow.  "I thought I was dancing with men."  While her blade manages to cut them slightly, they are undeterred.  They growl and come at her again.<br/><br/>For a few moments, it seems as though the courtesan is surrounded by men with clubs.  They get in each others' way, though, and the skilled young woman escapes with not a scratch.<br/><br/>The courtesean laughed, as if in delgiht, but her bossom was heaivng from exertion, and a light sheen of sweat made her body glow.  She dipped and wove in the middle of the brutes, eyes darting about for a way out.  Finaly she darted towards one man.  Leapoing up, her dagger ascribed an arc through the air, coming down at his shoulder.  The knife sank deep and--unlike the throwing dagger, she was able to jerk it out as she planted her feet in his chest and road his body down to the ground, then leapt again, running for the mouth of the alley.