As the drink passes through your lips, you realize how great the beer they serve here is. Sure you imagine that the food and drink on Pleasure Island must be good but this Lupinebrau has to be better. You reluctantly set your mug down as you turn to Becky. "See do I look any different? And really you should try this, it surpasses any of the stuff we could get at home." you say.
"Fine," she says, as she looks at her drink, "I really don't think this is a good idea but it looks like this town might be a town of werewolves and if that is the case I think I would rather be a werewolf than dead." Becky then takes a swig out of her tankard, you notice that she seems unable to put the mug down as she chugs the beer.
As she does so you return to your own beer as you begin to think about how being a werewolf would feel. You think about the fur coating your body rubbing against you as you chase down your prey. Your hands clench and unclench as you ponder how they would feel as paws. Without noticing you reach down to play with yourself as you think about becoming a werewolf. Your hand reaches under your dress as you almost miss hearing the barmaid mutter something like "It's starting" to one of the bouncers as the door to the street is locked. A moan of pleasure to your right breaks you out of your thoughts as you realize that Becky and the two girls who arrived at the same time as you are also playing with themselves.