That night Karl fell asleep sucking his sore thumb. He woke soaked in sweat around midnight. He padded down the hallway to the one working bathroom wearing only his boxer briefs. He opened the door, as was startled to find the baron about to climb into a bubble bath.
"Ah, Karl, looks like you could use a bath too," the baron said. He sounded drunk. He added, "Why don't you shuck off those shorts and join me."
Karl shrugged. Baron paid the bills, and a good boy always obeyed his master. So Karl shucked off his shorts. Closed and bolted the bathroom door, and followed the baron into the big bubble filled tub.
"You smell like a wet dog?" the baron said as he drank some more brandy, "Or maybe it's the water? Comes from a well, they said it was safe, but -ew?"
Karl plunged his head under the water, and raised it up covered with suds.
The Baron laughed.
Karl licked his face, and then squatted upright in the tub staring at the moon as it rose over the ramparts out the bathroom window. He let out a howl. Hairs sprouted all over his body, and his nose and jaw pushed outward. The baron was too drunk to be scared. He was fascinated. Karl was a werewolf. The baron had never had sex with a werewolf before....