It takes all your willpower, but you step back from the woman. You fear that you may lose the chance to ever touch her curves again, but something feels wrong, and you aren't about to ignore a feeling like that.
You take a turn around the room, brushing your hand along the cushions. Cushions line the chairs and the walls, and one of the wall cushions seems to hang loose, so you reach up and touch it, as if to straighten it. It's not hanging loose, rather, it's hiding a cupboard. The woman squirms uncomfortably as you open the cupboard and stare into it. You reach in and try to read some of the labels.
You feel her breast press into your back as she comes up behind you. The labels seem ridiculous, and you wonder if the vapor and the colored lights aren't making your mind fuzzy. Some of them had animal names scrawled on them; others had body parts on them. One read, "five-minute penis." You frown. You don't know what any of it means. There are so many different potions and all of them indicate some kind of transformation. But that's impossible, right?
You feel the woman's breath on your shoulder as she sighs. "I'm sure you have questions. Pick a potion, I'll explain it. Maybe we can even have some fun with one." You can hear the smile in her voice, and you feel curious.