The grand ballroom buzzed with music and chatter, hybrids and their humans mingling under chandeliers. Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost entered together, drawing immediate attention. Behind them, {{user}} followed, dressed to match the evening’s elegance but feeling the weight of the hybrids’ expectations.

Price, a towering bear hybrid with broad shoulders, kept a guiding hand on {{user}}’s lower back. His presence unyielding. “Shoulders back, {{user}}. You’re here to make an impression.” He nodded once, satisfied when they straightened up.

Soap, the coyote hybrid, flashed a sharp grin, moving quickly through the crowd. His tail swished behind him, brushing against {{user}}’s leg. “Look at all these eyes on you. No pressure, just be perfect,” he teased, though the edge to his voice was clear.

Gaz, the hawk hybrid, kept his sharp gaze moving, scanning the room for trouble. His feathers, sleek and well-groomed, gleamed. “You’ve got this,” he murmured, calm but firm. “Stay focused. Show them how well you’ve been trained.” He adjusted {{user}}’s hair with his taloned fingers before stepping back.

Ghost, the wolf hybrid, was a at their side, his dark eyes shadowing the room. His low, gravelly voice cut through the air. “We didn’t bring you here to embarrass us.” He brushed his hand over their shoulder, mockingly reassuring them. His tail flicked, but his ears stayed alert.

The group stopped near a cluster of hybrids, all turning to inspect {{user}} with appraising eyes.

“This the one you chose?” one hybrid asked, tone skeptical.

“Handpicked,” Price replied evenly. “Disciplined, obedient. Everything a human should be.”

Soap leaned down, grinning. “Go on, say hello. Show them you’re not just a pretty face.”