You, intrigued by the prospect of why a costume would be forbidden, venture into the forbidden costume section, admiring the marvelous detail on the costumes. You examine the scaly skin of a blood-red dragon suit, running your finger along the realistic fabric. It looks like it could come alive and breath fire straight into your face. You feel the rough golden fur of a lion, stroking it’s muscular contour. How can an empty, unpadded costume look so muscular? You turn around to also examine the smooth grey fur of a wolf costume. Holding it out in front of you, you are surprised to see a realistic, red lupine penis dangling from the crotch; you even take a sniff out of curiosity and smell the faint musk of a man emanating from the costume. Dazzled by the costumes’ textures and muscles, you miss the silhouette of a figure behind you. You feel it approach and quickly twirl around to see a ...