Music thumps loudly in your ears as you try to find your friends in the crowded club. You were convinced that tonight was a great night to go out. It was a Friday night after a long, boring day at work. It would be perfect, they said. You never go out, they said. After what feels like an hour of wander, you were about to give up and leave on your own, when you bumped into someone, getting knocked over in the process

"Ouch! You okay there?"

A fox woman hovers over you, offering out a paw to help you up

"Took quite the spill there, friend. The name's Alisa, by the way."

She smiled, her tongue poking out just a sliver as she hoisted you up to your feet