The patrons of the inn kept their eyes on the stage as the beautiful blonde danced, her veils tracked by every eye. They could not help but follow the motion, as she moved like a leaf in the wind, with elegant poise.

Man, woman, other, human, elf, orc, lizardfolk, changeling, no matter the gender or species of the patron, they were under her spell, focused entirely on her dance. Completely oblivious to the world around them.

The barman looking the other way kept his eyes more on the crowd, knowing they were all under by now, nodding to his associate. The little Kobold moved carefully around the place, her hands darting into pockets and filling her sack of goodies swiftly, her eyes protected from the dance by a cloth band over them. She finished up, hiding the pilfered coin and valuables behind the bar, then nodded to the Barman.

"That's us, Darren. Nika can stop dancing now."

"Nah, there's an elf with a nice necklace, you need to go pinch it, Ipple..."

"But I can't see it - Ah, damn it Dar..ren..." Ipple the Kobold protested as her blindfold was yanked off, and she too was under the thrall of Nika's dance.

"Now, go fetch that necklace," Darren commanded.

The dazed kobold obeyed, while the crowd's entranced eyes kept a firm gaze upon the performance....