Azuki sighed in the mirror, the sound of running water echoing off the walls and making her ear twitch every time. It was aggrivating and she was scrubbing her hands under the facuet, rubbing the cheap soap into her fur and then rinsing it again and again.

This… “party"'s air felt cheap and dirty in itself. She had no issue with the poor but she did not enjoy being lied to about this being a lavish gathering. Her husband was a frequenter and she agreed once they married for the company, he could have affair he wants as long as he doesn't harm the company. She had no interest in her husband and did not care if he loved another.

But she was stupid enough to let herself get curious about these gatherings. Letting your shame go away in a masquerade where all the carnivores wouldn't eat you? How disgusting, but she progressed out of pity. Perhaps it had a better purpose she was missing.

She scolds under the red fox mask that had been covering her face, provided for new comers to the clubs to buy or borrow. Of course she bought one. She regrets it now though. All this party has offered was unwarranted groping from every species and gender she stumbled past and a cheap booze that has only made her as irrationed as a moose!