It really must have been a long time since Charlie last had sex. Dora couldn't remember him being this horny. Unless Rosmerta had strengthened the drinks.
She downed her drink in one, feeling it go straight to her head.
"If you're going to talk like this all night," she said with mock severity, "then I'm going to have to look like this."
Dora scrunched up her eyes and concentrated on changing her appearance. The alcohol was affecting her Metamorphmagus abilities a little but finally she completely changed.
Now sat beside Charlie was a young man, with brown hair and a slim build.
"Ah ha! What'd'ya think?" she grinned, wondering if he would be shocked or amused.