Slut snacks - Or, how to easily and effectively reverse the curse of a young wench

"I don't know how!" she whines, now no longer a tough whore, but a weak and pitiful little girl.

"TELL ME HOW!!!" you bellow, opening your mouth to full stretch, and clacking your teeth ominously.

"I only knew how to summon the purple fog... I don't know anything about the blue!" she yells, stamping her foot.

"Don't. Yell. at. Me." you advise, and lunge on the slut. She screams and valiantly tries to bite and scratch (in the split second before she dies, the Werewolf curse works its magic on her, but you kill her before it takes full effect), but you quickly eat and digest.

Unfortunately, a small crowd of people have just emerged from the nearby cinema, and are beginning to scream...

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