"Uhh..." you say, confused about what the point of her question is, "I'd have to say wolves."
She smiles at you, "That's a pretty common answer. I think we can help you out with that. She leads you down a hallway to a door marked #7. Opening it for you, she says, "Have a good night, loverboy." You walk in, eager to have your first prostitute. For a moment, you thought you could hear her laugh, but the door shuts quickly behind you. You never notice the click of the lock until it's too late. Why did she lock you in? You start to pound on the door, but something else catches your attention in the room.
"Hello there," a female voice says. It takes a minute for your eyes to adjust in the dim lighting of the room.
"Uh...hi," you say, squinting, still struggling to see. A figure emerges from the corner of the room, where she'd been standing in shadow. Stepping into a slightly better lit section of the room, you see she's clad only in a full length cloak, with the hood pulled up, hanging down over her face.
"I'm Wendy...what's your name?" She asks, coming closer to you, reaching out to grab your hand. Her skin is soft, distractingly soft, almost.
"It's uhh...Chad," you say, letting her take your hand to her mouth, where she suckles at the tip of your index finger for a minute. The way she works her tongue, you can tell she could suck your cock like a pro.
"Well, Chad, what do you want me to do?"