Connor had barely been in Toonworld an hour, and already he was lost in Halloween Town. Everything was so colorful and spooky, yet undeniably not what he was looking for. Night had fallen, yet there were no werewolf girls running around. Wait, that was incorrect. He'd seen a couple, and they were with a couple of werewolf guys, which isn't what he was looking for at all.
As he was standing aimlessly, something caught his eye. It was a traffic light walking down the road in front of him. It had a pair of long slender legs clad in fishnet stockings, and it's top lens was blazing a bright red glow ahead of it. "I bet that's how I find the red light district," Connor thought, and quickly followed after it.
He followed the light through several winding back alleys, most of them deserted, but others populated by shady looking toons. After walking for awhile, he could hear the sound of a larger crowd of people, and music booming. Eventually, the light led him to a somewhat bustling street, lined with shops and stands of every kind.
"Thanks," Connor told the light, which winked its lens at him and went on its way.
The neon lights from every building shone bright enough to black out the sky entirely. He couldn't even see the moon, there were so many glows, twinkles, and bursts of light from the street.
"Hey baby," came a voice from behind him. Connor turned around, and found it belonged to a blonde in a tight black dress, "You looking for a good time?"
"Actually, I don't know if you're my type," Connor told her, hoping he might see a girl with a little fur on her, or something that would at least let him know she could grow some fur, if nothing else.
"Not..not your TYPE?" she said, sounding offended, "Not your fucking TYPE?!" Her eyes suddenly blazed green, "AGGHH! You assholes are all the same!" She doubled over for a moment, clutching her head, "I...I'll show YOU!" The dress began to stretch and rip down the back as her skin began to take a greenish hue. Her muscles began to swell and her body grew quickly. "So..MAD!!" she said, the dress exploding off her body as her hair turned green as well, and her tits inflated to double d. "Why you say that?!" she yelled at Connor as she towered over him.
"I uhh...didn't know?" Connor replied.
"You...want now?" she asked him, stepping closer to him, her tits filling his field of vision, "You want now, baby?"
"No," Connor said, praying she wouldn't punch him or otherwise do real damage, "Unless you're a werewolf too."
"Oh...you want wolf? Down road. Two buildings on left," the hulk girl said, quite matter of factly and quite helpfully.
"Thanks," Connor replied.
The hulk girl, now pacified, began to shrink and revert back to her more average looking form. "Don't mention it," she said with a smile. "It's called Bella DeLune's."
"Okay, thanks again," he said, heading down the road.
Seconds later, he saw it, a large, three story building resembling a mansion of sorts. A large sign out front proclaimed it, "Bella DeLune's Kiss of the Moon Brothel". "Mother of fucking God," Connor muttered, "I've found heaven."