Adventures with the Witcher(s): A Multi Witcher Story

Chapter 5 (Geralt): The Performance

You and Geralt made it back to the Rosemary and Thyme as the sun was setting.

You were still holding onto the dress you recently purchased at Elihal's and kept holding it as you walked into your room.
You held the dress in front of you in front of the mirror. It was a nice looking dress, and you couldn't help but admit to yourself that you had good taste.

You still didn't what occasion you would possibly be able to wear this. If you were in high school, maybe you could pass this for the senior prom, or maybe even graduation. In this world, however, the only place you could foresee wearing such an elegant piece of fabric is at a ball or maybe in front of a performance like at the theater or a high end tavern.

You were eager to wear this dress again. You look around the room then open the door and check outside to make sure Geralt wouldn't be walking in on you again, hoping Dandelion made sure Geralt actually got his own room this time.
The coast was clear, so you walk back into your room and change into the dress.

You look yourself in the mirror and twirl around a few times. You actually felt like a princess wearing this dress, specifically a Disney Princess like Cinderella or Belle. All you needed now was a Prince Charming to take you to dance with.
You sighed a bit, knowing such a fantasy was for little girls, children who have yet to be deterred by the hardships of life that is reality. It was a nice thought, but you knew there was a reason Prince Charming was only a fairy tale.

Real life was more messy and complicated; not every knight was chivalrous nor was every noble lord honorable. And in your world not every straight A jock was a gentleman nor was every computer nerd a harmless nice guy.

You were pulled from your thoughts from a knock at the door. You go to answer it, and see Geralt on the other side. "Well look who actually decided to knock this time around," you sarcastically say, small smirk on your face.
Geralt looked you up and down, curiosity written in his face, "you wearing the dress again?"

You look down at your dress, "well it is a nice dress," you admit, "I want to get my money's worth out of it." "It looks good on you," Geralt compliments, "if I didn't know any better, I would think you a princess."
"I wish," you scoff, "if I was 10 or 11 years younger that would still be my dream. Oh well, children have to grow up eventually. But have grown attached. I wish there was another reason to wear other then to imagine myself as royalty."

"Hmm," Geralt thinks on it for a moment, "I think I might have an idea."

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Geralt escorts you downstairs to see there another performance going on. Singers and dancers in multicolored floral ensemble. The audience cheered and demanded more when the performance was over, and the performers obliged.

You followed Geralt to the side where Dandelion was conversing with Zoltan.
"Geralt, glad you could join us," Dandelion greets the witcher. "Well, lookie here," Zoltan says, noticing you in the dress, "you sure clean up nice, lass. Looks quite like the Belle of the Ball if I do say so myself." "Thank you," you say, "I'm glad you like it. A little something I had to get from Elihal's place while getting my rags patched up."

"That elf always knows how sew patterns," Dandelion compliments, "such attire must be showcased for all to see, not just in the middle of an audience, but up on front where everyone can see her. But where can we find such a stage?"
"You're..joking right?" Zoltan asks, a little concerned for the Bard if he was losing his marbles.
"Of course I'm joking Zoltan," Dandelion assures, waving off the dwarf's brief concern, "the stage of the cabaret is just what (y/n) needs."

"Whoa, wait, where are y'all two going with this?" you say, eyes widening, "Wait, are you...do you expect me to perform?" "Why not? You got the costume, you just need an act," Dandelion points out. "Whoa, whoa, I do not...I'm don't do so well with performing in front of people, I get stage fright and, I uh, I actually don't dance much, I don't even know anything about cabaret dancing."
"You don't have to dance, lassie," Zoltan points out, "you could always sing."
"Me? Sing?" your eyes widen again, "In front of all these people?"