you’re at a party, some stupid college event one of the clubs put together. It’s pretty packed but you don’t seem to mind it now. You look around for someone to talk to or something to do when you see a deer girl sitting on one of the couches, a plastic cup in hand as she stared nervously at the ground. She had curly chestnut hair and droopy deer ears that flicked up and down when something got too close to her.