Back alleys

This town isn't exactly the "big city", but it's certainly bigger than your small hometown. And considering even that tiny village had a thriving ring of prostitutes, you'd be genuinely surprised to learn this town doesn't have at least one pimp.

You have no idea where such a pimp would be though, so you decide to just look around the seedier parts of town, and hope you stumble on a prostitute.

After 20 minutes or so of looking without finding anything, the shapeshifted dragon is muttering and growling to himself. You begin contemplating ways to make a break for it, when suddenly out of a small, rundown building a woman dressed in a silky, almost noble robe exits, counting money and walking a little funny.

Quickly, you wave her down. The surprisingly mature woman looks at you, and says "Sorry, not open for business at the moment."

"Oh, this isn't for me," you reply. "This is for him." You gesture to the tall, dark stranger behind you who grins menacingly. "And you couldn't handle him anyway."

The woman almost takes offense. "What is that supposed to mean? I can certainly handle him, he--"

She's interrupted by the sudden transformation of the dragon back into his true form, a wing smashing a building, a claw breaking a door. The prostitute screams, and runs off.

"What the hell?" you yell at the dragon, as people begin screaming and running.

"The spell wore off, you insolent skinsack!" he roars.

"Well, what are we supposed to do now?" you respond. "Guards will be here any minute!"