"Sounds good to me," Becky says, "what about you, Jen?"
"What?" you reply, shocked at how quickly Becky accepted, and how open she is to the idea of losing her humanity.
"I'm game," she says to the woman, "So...how do we go about this?"
"Becky," you protest, "what the FUCK are you thinking?"
Becky looks at you with a flat stare. "I'm THINKING I didn't much like being chased. I'm THINKING I'd rather not die tonight. I'm THINKING that this deal has a whole lot of positives to it, Jen, and no real downside. Right now, it seems I'm the one of us who's THINKING, and all you're doing is making a situation worse!"
"Your friend is right, Jen," replied the man, staring at you harshly. "Jen, such a pretty name for such a pretty young woman. But you'd be so much more beautiful as one of us," he says with a softening tone. He reaches out to stroke your face, and though you pull away, you do so slowly, somewhat attracted to his touch.
"I...I don't want to...to lose what...what I am," you say dreamily. Your mind is cluttered; you're having trouble focusing. You know it's the pheremones he's putting off. It's the "animal magnetism" some legends of werewolves spoke of, you're sure of it. The longer you're near him, the more you want to let him have his way with you.
"So...how, do we do this?" Becky asks again, her own voice having a faraway tone to it.
"The most enjoyable way possible," the woman says, sliding the shoulders of her dress down, shimmying out of it, standing naked in front of Becky. She steps in close to Becky, pulling her off of the stool and embracing her, kissing her neck as she disrobes your friend.