Her music started, a slow and electronic beat. She moved sensually, not yet even attempting to shed her clothing. She had class, and projected a seductive quality. I wished she would transform into a werewolf the minute she pulled the dress off.
I walked over to the bar, enjoying her show. She still hadn't touched her dress. The bartender was a perky and petite blonde, with a charming smile. "What can I get for you?" she asked.
"I'll have a..Budweiser," I told her. When she brought it back, I said to her,"Thanks. By the way, I wish you'd change into a werewolf when Veronica does, okay?" She looked at me oddly, but nodded.
The beat had quickened, and Veronica had begun to toy with the straps on her gown. I walked closer to the stage, eager. Her mannerisms had changed; she knew what was going to happen. She'd toy with the strap, pulling one down, her eyes would flash for a moment, and then she'd pull the strap back up. She was working the crowd, eating up their arousal, while they were so unsuspecting of what they cheered for.
Another dancer came up to me, this one another brunette, with extremely short brown hair, dressed only in white lingerie. "You interested in anything?" she asked me innocently enough.
"Yeah. Werewolves," I said to her, "I wish you'd change when she does, but I want you to fuck me while you're changing."
A brief moment of confusion passed her face, but then my wish took hold. "Okay," she said with a smile, "It's not gonna be long now."
I looked up at the stage, and saw Veronica had pulled one strap completely down, and was playing with the other.