She should talk to the lewd dude in the suit.

Anne tugs on the ruffled neckline of her blouse, inching it down over her freckled shoulders so that the supple curves of her bosom are prominently displayed. Okay, girls, I think I'm going to need your help with this one. He was really into my ass earlier. Here's to hoping my tits get his attention too. She inhales sharply, slaps her cheeks, puts on her most engaging smile, and then turns on her heel to go talk to the drunk man in the business suit. The ginger girl stiffens as she witnesses him in the middle of an argument with something much scarier than him.

"Just one more!" The man pleads with a blue-skinned humanoid creature that has rows of long, thin, pointed teeth. "You gotta give me a chance to win my money back!" The creature stares down its torpedo-like snout, dissecting the drunk man in the paisley tie with its cold black eyes.

"No more!" It snarls and shakes the man by his lapels. "You have nothing more to bet with. I do not play with penniless slimeballs!"

It must be serendipity that the man looks over his shoulder at that very moment and locks eyes with the lovely redhead he had spent the early part of the evening groping because when he does, a sly smile creeps over his sallow visage. "What about her!?" He blurts out.

Me? Anne mouths the word, her eyes wide in confusion.

"Her? She just spent the last two hours working off the tab for a single drink!" The creature laughs. "She is even more destitute than you are!"

"No, no, no, my good Shark. I think you misinterpret my meaning." The man nudges the creature with his elbow and then leans in conspiratorially. "What about heeeer...?" His hands pantomime the curves of a woman in the air. The shark's mouth twists up into a toothy grin.

Is he trying to sell me off!? That's so... okay, that's kind of hot, but... "Shouldn't I have a say in this?" Anne squeaks, the crimson of her cheeks betraying her arousal.

"Catch of the day, this one here!" The man with the slicked-back hair lumbers over to the busty beer maiden and slaps her on the ass, causing Anne to jump and grab at the afflicted area. "She even has a sense of humor."

"Mmm, hey! Are you even listening—?" Anne's protests are stopped short when the drunkard assaults her heavy breasts with his grabby hands. Shit! Why does being treated this way feel so good? I can't let them hear me moan!

"Look at these mammary glands! They're not something your species has, am I right?" He addresses the shark creature. "This wench is a rare breed. You're not going to find tits like these on your common mammal!" He molests the girl's pillowy chest, showing his mastery over them. Anne writhes at his touch and the man angles his head down like he is about to bite her neck. "Play along and I'll help you with your little problem..." He whispers into her ear.

The creature strokes one of its long teeth as it contemplates the offer. "It would be a nice change to be larger than my mate..." It approaches the pair and cups Anne's chin with its large, webbed fingers. "What say you, wench? Do you wish to be dominated by a superior male?"

"Oh, yes! Please!" She moans with little hesitation. "I know my place. I would be the perfect prize for your contest."

"Then it's settled!" The slimy businessman exclaims. "We'll play one more round of solids and stripes, and the winner will go home with this lusty maiden." The two men shake hands. "Now, if you don't mind setting up the table, I would like a few last moments with this one." He clasps his hand to Anne's backside again.

"Fine with me. She'll be mine in a few minutes." The shark growls possessively. "Say your goodbyes."

The man collapses into the nearest chair, slumps down, and exhales heavily. "I don't know how I made it through that..." He mutters, gazing up at Anne with heavy-lidded eyes. "I must say that was some excellent acting on your part. If I didn't know you were cursed, I'd think you really wanted to go with him..." He sticks his hand out to her. "The name's Meyer, by the way."

Right, acting... Anne grins bashfully. "My name is... well, it's Anne." She takes his hand.

"You don't sound sure. Part of the curse?" He asks. Keeping hold of her small hand, he gently grazes her thumb with his. She looks him in the eyes, nods, and then gasps as she's yanked into his lap. Up close and personal she's able to get a real good look at him. His sunken cheeks and sharp cheekbones give his face an alien quality, but it is the eerie green glow of his eyes that really makes him peculiar-looking.

Oof! Kacie probably would have kicked this guy in the balls by now, yet here I am, sitting in his lap and squirming because this sure feels like a double dead-end path. And I don't even know who I want to win this stupid game of pool! Meyer could almost be handsome if he didn't look like an American psycho, and he's kind of slimy too, but the other option is the shark. I might be ripped in two, and oh fuck! Why is that so sexy? Anne anxiously chews on her lower lip.

"So, uh, listen. I'm probably going to lose this game." Meyer mumbles in a guilty tone. "To be honest, I'm pretty trashed. I don't think I could hit a ball with an oak tree right now, let alone a pool cue."

"What?" The redhead groans. "Why are you making bets with someone you can't beat?"

He laughs. "Well, shit, I wasn't really thinking it through. When I saw old salt and pepper there hitting you up, I figured I was going home empty-handed. Decided if I couldn't get the girl, I'd at least get someone to empty their wallet. The thing is, I didn't realize how drunk I was, and well, that guy's a regular pool shark!"

Anne stares at him, expressionless. "Who would have thought?" She sighs and shakes her head. "Why include me though?"

"Oh, you see, that's because you may actually be able to help me win." He explains. "You showed such enthusiasm in the way you handled being a serving wench that I thought to myself: 'Meyer, here's a girl that is willing to put herself out there! If there's anyone in Nowhere that could help me defeat this monster, it's her!'"

"I hate to tell you this, but I'm not that great at pool."

"Don't need to be! I have something else I need you to do..." He looks her in the eyes. "Now, this is going to sound farfetched, but keep in mind that you are in a magic bar filled with magical beings from a variety of magical realms, and well, to get to the point, I'm able to sober up very quickly by expelling the **** through a particular part of my body. I just need a little help getting going..."

Nngh! He wants me to...

"All you have to do is suck my cock."