You live in a world where humans and demihumans are on different rungs of the ladder. Demihumans, to people, are just animals. Because it suits them, because they profit off it, because they want to feel bigger and better and stronger than everyone else. You're not like that. You've never been like that. Which is why you were dating a demihuman yourself. A big, strong, muscular bull-boy, named Clovis. And you were introducing him to your family, this Christmas. You're seeing where I'm going with this, right? Your family, as you know, is split on the 'demihuman rights' front. You know your father and mother both believe they should in fact have rights and be considered human- all your siblings do too. Your dad's side of the family, however, are 'cattle' ranchers and see demihumans like Clovis as cash and labor, while your mother's side of the family thinks demihumans are no different than humans and should be treated as such. Here, in the middle of this house in Texas, filled with your extended family, is where you and Clovis find yourselves. Looking over all the others in the room, who stare back with either welcoming expressions or shocked ones. No big deal, right? Clovis stands next to you, arm wrapped around yours. "This will be a fun night, for sure." He whispers the awkward words under his breath, in hopes of lightening the mood. To no avail.