You hate humanity. This place is no different. But as you get up to leave the smoke-filled room, with transforming dancers and guests" on the podiums, you notice a dark-furred man. He's not dancing quite like the others. More like lurking at the edges. His fur is black - much like your make-up. His lupine muzzle seems to sneer at the pathetic masses willingly becoming donkeys, pigs, and other miserable animals.
You get up to leave this madhouse, but your gaze keeps returning to him. You do hate humanity, you realize. But maybe there's another way.
You try to approach the werewolf confidantly, but somhow your practiced disdain withers before him. He can see right through your affection. They mean nothing to him. They mean nothing to you, anymore.
You want him. You want him to want you. But he's a real man - no - a real wolf. He'll make the choice for himself no matter what you want. All you can do is surrender and hope.
You walk up hesitantly, getting the feeling he's paying no attention to you. Would that be the worst? If he simply didn't care?
Up close, you feel.. attracted to this bestial creature. He's totally naked and unashamed of it. His fur is thicker than it first lokked. His muzzle stands proudly erect, thrust into the air above the smoke. His corner den has a number of lumpy gray pillows, around the red carpet. He's standing, leaning in the corner, and you see his legs are lupine, with paws. His legs bend backwards, the knee curling back like a wolf's.
Are you brave enough to go through with it?