"We could try that restaurant, Little Red's," he suggested.
"Sounds good to me," replied Carrie, getting dressed.
John found a phonebook, and called to make reservations. A few minutes later, he hung the phone up.
"Our reservations are in one hour, and they suggest we wear something we won't mind shredding," he told her.
"Sounds fun," replied Carrie, still seeming a bit distracted. "But are we allowed to eat other patrons once the moon rises?"
"Uh..." stammered John, "I think we'll have to check on that one." The pair left, getting directions to the restaurant from the hotel. Since it was within walking distance, they decided to browse the various shops in the district.
Though they found very little in the shops to intrigue them, they did make note of an adult novelty shop tucked away in one darkened alley, as well as a few outfits that were advertised as "transformation-proof", apparently for the more modest or practical shapeshifter.
They nearly wandered past Little Red's, until they noticed the large cartoon shewolf in a red cape plastered on a billboard ahead of them. It read, "Stop! You've just passed Little Red's dinner theatre!"
The pair turned around, heading to the entrance of the building they'd just passed. A blonde girl clad in a corset and red cape greeted them at the door. "Hello, and welcome to Little Red's. Do you have a reservation?"
"Yeah, it's under John and Carrie," John said, licking his lips. She was a werewolf, he could smell it on her.
The girl checked a list she had in her hand, "Yes, right this way," she said, sashaying ahead of them, her hips swinging seductively as she walked. John caught the scent of his wife's arousal now, wafting from under her dress. Glancing over at her, he saw that she was just as aroused as he was by the girl.
"What?" Asked Carrie, noticing him glancing at her, "I can smell your arousal too, so don't act so shocked." She smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "This is going to be fun."