"Well," you think to yourself, "I may as well try to have some fun, since Chris is already ensconced at the
blackjack table." You glanced over and saw that he appeared to be on a winning streak, judging by the smile on
his face. You didn't really want to be here; a casino that wasn't guaranteeing a traditional payout was shady.
Still, you might as well make do, you reasoned. You were probably gonna be here awhile. Still, you weren't
going to spend anything more than the fifty you'd brought with you.
You played almost robotically for probably about a half-hour. Your tokens slowly went away, but the machine
itself was cheap, so you had plenty of plays for your money. You tried and tried to match lines, but it seemed
like you were never going to even get the smallest payout.
The tiger girl came back by and put another beer in front of you. (Like at most casinos, drinks were free
while you were gambling.) "Having any luck?" she asked, putting her face right by your shoulder. Her breath
was on your ear, and her silky voice purred deep into your brain. You glanced at her and blushed slightly,
like an uncomfortable schoolboy.
"Uhh..n-no.." you replied.
"Hmmm...let me try. Cats have good luck," she said. She reached down and gently took the token from your hand
and slipped it into the slot, then folded her hand over yours and pulled the lever. The reels spun, and she
kept her fingers on yours, smiling at you with a sidelong seductive glance. The reels stopped spinning, and on
the center line, three girls lined up perfectly. A token spat out of the reward slot, and she smiled as she
handed it to you. "Told ya," she said as her eyes darted around for a second before she leaned in quickly and
licked your neck with the tip of her tongue.
"So..uhh..what do I do with this?" You ask. You examine the token closely. On the front is a picture of a
woman's face, and on the back, the words "Good for one private transformation."
"Well..you know how strip clubs have private dances?" she asked.
"Yeah," you reply.
"It's...sort of like that. You give this coin to a girl, and you get a private booth with her..and she changes
for you," she replies, smiling as though she's explained things rather perfectly.
"What..like she changes clothes?" You ask, completely confused and mildly irked that this could be seen as
some sort of reward.
"No," she says, shaking her head. "She changes SPECIES. You can tell what the girl will turn into by how she's
painted up."
"So..you girls give a lap dance, but pretend to be whatever animal you're painted up like?" You asked,
completely confused.
The tiger girl laughed at you, giggling lightly as she was unable to contain her amusement with you. "Nooo..we
shapeshift. Like..I would BECOME a tiger in that booth with you." She locked her eyes on yours, sending a
forbidden shiver up your spine.
"So it's like some sort of illusion...?" you ask, though hesitantly.
"No illusion. It's one hundred percent real...and trust me..I'll make it worth every cent you spent getting
that token," she said to you. She leaned in again and growled softly in your ear.
"Umm...oh-okay," you reply sheepishly and hand her the token with sweaty palms. She smiles and takes your
hand, leading you to the back of the casino, to a door marked #3. She opens it and leads you into a small
room, probably half the size of your apartment's living room. There's a comfy couch along the back wall, and
she guides you to it, lightly pushing your chest to get you to sit.
Reaching over to a small recessed table in the corner, she grabs a bottle of champagne and cracks it, pouring
you a glass. "Technically, this is for VIP's only..so don't tell anyone, okay?" she playfully winks. "Wait
here..I'm gonna get this paint off. I want you to see my fur growing, so you know it's not a trick.."
She sashays out of the room, shutting the door behind her as she gives you one more lingering gaze which
promises more than just a dance or an illusion for your troubles.
A few minutes later, the door opens and...