"Becky," you say, getting off of your stool, "It's time to go."
"I think you're right," Becky said, shoving the beer away from herself. "I'm really fucking glad I didn't take a sip of THAT shit." The two of you try and quietly and unobtrusively make your way to the door, hoping that the other patrons are two absorbed in the girls' transformations to notice the two of you making an escape.
The majority of the patrons were indeed quite occupied with the girls' transformation into full-fledged members of the Monster Island pack. Sadly, it was the majority, not all of them. The two other patrons, the nondescript man and the gypsyesque woman stop you, just before you reach the door.
The man blocks your way, standing in front of the door.
"Don't tell me you're leaving so soon," he says with a smile.
The woman wraps an arm around each of you. "Yes, why don't you stay for just a while longer?" She's almost purring in your ears, her voice seductive and breathy, both relaxing and arousing. The man's eyes gleam, and you can't help but find him attractive as well, feeling an undeniable attraction to him. Glancing over at Becky, you can tell she's feeling the same way.