The mime didn't acknowledge him, standing with her back to Chris, she stood stone still, staring up at the sky. "That was pretty original," he said to her, suddenly getting the feeling that something wasn't quite right.
She turned to face him, batting her eyelashes once more at him, but now her eyes were glowing yellow. "What the fuck?" said Chris, watching as claws began to tear through the tips of her gloves.
She dropped to the ground, her white-painted face stretching out into a muzzle. The only sound made was that of her black unitard tearing as her body stretched and warped into the shape of a hulking werewolf, albeit one with mime makeup on its face.
"Oh...shit," said Chris.