You woke up in a laboratory, confused. The lab was infected by a latex virus turning human beings into latex furries. You had escaped the area and eventually came to a room covered in black, dried up latex. In the middle of the room was a throne with a black latex furry on it, being taller and having a ponytail instead of the black latex look. On the floor were black latex furries, observing you as crystals lock you in. The one on the throne laughs.

— Oh, I know the perfect look for you!