[u][b]Maiden Inn[/b][/u]

[b][i]"Hey hey hey, people!"[/i][/b]

Standing upon the Inn's small stage was a tall, lanky blonde man. An angular jawline and blue eyes quickly gathered the attention of most of the players at the inn, even though his face was coated in a thick layer of white makeup, with black lipstick and eyeliner to go with. A smile rocked his face before he flexed his thin muscles, arms and legs moving in numerous ways. Comically tight black leggings and white-striped black sweatshirt snugly gripped his flexed, nearly non-existent muscles. 

A single, feminine giggle was heard from the crowd, and then a young boy stood up. "Boooo! Get down!" He said as he reared his hand back and threw a piece of stone-hard bread at him, which the man avoided with a duck.

[i]"Booooom...!"[/i] Said a voice that came from backstage, simulating a explosion.

"S-shut up Casc--" 

The man onstage coughed and scratched his hair, "Anyway, enough of me showing off my clearly [i]amazing[/i] physique," He said, smile turning into a grin, "we've got a whole show for you guys to enjoy, so you better like it or we'll haunt your dreams!" And then he snapped his fingers.

The dim lighting turned off, and the windows shut closed, blinds preventing any light from entering. 

Then a spotlight, emitting the brightest yellow shed concentrated light onto a single form on the stage--A girl, wearing the same makeup and clothes as the man was standing there. But her clothes were loose, and she had stuffed what seemed like twenty pillows into her shirt, making her look like a gargantuan goof. Some giggling could be heard from the crowd, but soon everything fell silent, and the girl, Cascabel, was still standing stoically. All until suddenly, a scratchy violin began playing.

Its tune resembled an american country song, its notes were crazy dynamic and seemed to give the quaint inn an aura of mirth, aided only by the fact that the girl started dancing around the stage with a goofy grin on her face. Her pillow-stuffed shirt jiggled happily with each step, and with every up and down of the violin, she'd spin around and somehow manage to throw one of the pillows towards the audience, laughing and snorting all the while.

The moment she got rid of her last pillow was the moment that another man jumped out from the shadows, pushing her away from the spotlight. He was dressed as a farmer with undersized pants and oversized shoes. He began dancing to the tune, singing a tacky country song to match. 

This went on for a few minutes, until at last the lighting went back to normal and the four performers showed themselves. The three dancers walked down towards the public and dragged willing people to dance with them, the violinist keeping the cheery tunes and the dancers now dressed with their black leggings and white-striped long-sleeved sweaters. 

The public was happy and distracted now, distracted enough that two of the dancers could actually step off the stage and sit down on one of the tables to take a break. But quickly their eyes were set on other targets, mischievous smiles forming on their faces.