Your hostess leads you to a table near the center of the room, positioned just to the left of a large podium. Much to your suprise, however, is that three people are already seated at the table.
Your hostess appears to read your mind. "When someone comes here alone, we do our best to seat them with others," she explains, "Fetishists and werecreatures often find it hard to meet others with their particular conditions or fetishes, and so we do our best to link them up. Enjoy! Your waitress will be over in a moment."
You glance rather uncomfortably at the other three guests, feeling quite awkward. You'd never felt comfortable disclosing your particular attraction to werecreatures, and here you were, sitting with three total strangers who now know your secret obsession.
There's a dark-haired man, around thirty, of moderate build with brown eyes sitting directly across from you.
To your left is a young blonde, no more than twenty, with a curvaceous body (well, what you can see of it, at least.) She has stunningly blue eyes and full, pouty lips.
To your right is a brunette woman, rail-thin, also with blue eyes. She appears to be in her late thirties, possibly even her early forties. She has gaunt features, and slight wrinkles on her face, though they don't really detract from her overall attractiveness. Rather, they seem to give her character, almost.