Paying no heed to the urges, you simply pet and stroke the friendly creatures in return. They seem to love your magic hands a lot, you can't help but giggle at their antics of nudging you for more attention when you swap targets. Too absorbed in playing with them, you don't even notice other people getting led into the stables by other herds. It isn't until the skies darkening do you finally pay attention to your surroundings and reluctantly extract yourself from your clingy playmates, you wave goodbye to them and exit the ranch with springs in your steps - unaware of the scouring looks from the elves behind you, eyeing each absentminded tugging and rubbing against your thick winter coat like a hawk.
Without the herd to put your focus on, you start to realize how uncomfortable and off everything seems to be. Despite the winter coldness, you're burning up beneath the collar. You irritably shuffle in your itchy, ill-fitting clothes, feeling your skin getting tangled up in the fabrics. And you might be imagining it, but your outfit feels like it's shrunken real tight around your chest and hips.
You nurse your chest in confusion, only to be greeted by an electrifying sensation that smashes straight through an unguarded mind.
'So s-so s-sensitive!'
You moan like a little girl from the alien bliss, momentarily forgetting your discomfort and giving a few unconscious squeezes. Immediately, you snatch your hands away and look around. There's no one nearby to see or, heavens forbid, hear you, much to your relief. You stick your hands firmly into your pockets, trying to ignore how good that feels.
Walking further along, you see that most of the park is empty. The majority of the visitors must have turned in for the night, even the staff members seem absent. However, the attractions and rides are still brightly lit, a few people are wandering around just like you are. You suppose you can hit the rides and attractions now that they aren't crowded anymore, or you can find a room to hit the sack.