The girl smiles at you. "You mean werewolves?"
"Yeah," you reply, "I guess I found the right place."
"You got the money?" she asks.
"What do you mean?" you reply, "I mean, yeah, I have money, but what are you talking about?"
"First timer, eh?" she says, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah," you tell her, "So what's the deal about money?"
"Well, 50 bucks gets you a private dance where we change for ya. 100 gets you an intimate lap dance, where we change while we're grinding you. 150 gets you the intimate initiation package, where we make you one," she says, adding, "Because every one of us can tell you're not one of us yet."
"Ah, so you guys actually don't change on stage? You just keep it all private?" you ask.
"Not at all," she replies, "If you tip the dj, she'll spin the transformation track while the girl's up there. Usually takes about 20 bucks."
"The transformation track?" you ask, never having even imagined such a thing.
"How do you think we change without the moonlight?" She replies, "It's a subsonic track, one that only werewolves can hear. It unfailingly makes all of us change. Once the track stops, we all change back. You want to see it again, you just have to pay another twenty dollars. Personally, I love it. I get my best tips after one of those. Plus, things tend to get fun in here."
"Fun in here?" you ask.
"Most of the customers are werewolves too, so they all change, and things get pretty hot and heavy. The no-touch rule kinda goes out the window," she smiles at you again, then says, "Shit! I gotta get up on stage in like a minute, I gotta run!" and dashes away, into the back.