You watch the man go into the room you came out of to change. You get one last good look at him before he goes in. You gaze at his toned skin, his messy black hair. His form is good under his clothes, not like a bodybuilder, but not plain. He's a bit shorter than you, but he could be someone's dominant. The front of his pants slightly bulge with his package, you can tell he's well endowed under there. You'd like to see what he's got, so you decide to wait.
You lean your weight against the wall by the door. You watch people pass by in their costumes. You look at the men and the women walking past. You look at their bodies. You look at thin women with big breasts and asses. You look at muscular men. You occasionally see a big fellow, fat and heavy like you. Many of them look at you, and you look back, smirking. Your tusks don't help you look handsome, but they sure as Hell make you look rugged. Some people look down at your bulge, straining the material because of all of the attractive people passing you. Some return your smile, teasing you with a seductive glance over the shoulder as they walk away. You'd like to chase some of them and plow them, but you stay put. That is, until someone unlike anything you've seen walks by...