Having finally finished putting on the elaborate fox costume, you walk in the door of the club... only to find it empty. The room is a well-lit lounge, with long sofas and tables all around, but nobody is in it. The bar is without bartender, the deck above is without patrons, and the whole place is just devoid of people. You're the only one here.
Feeling upset that you'd wasted all that time for nothing, you head back to the changing room, stripping off your clothing again. You reach under the flap on the costume's white chest, grasping the zipper and pulling it down, and then part the costume... finding only white latex underneath. Pulling away the chest further reveals more white underneath. You grab the mask, desperate to get the costume off, and peel it back, finding an identical mask underneath, your panic showing quite clearly through it. You finish tearing away the costume, and when you're done you find yourself standing there, a fox costume at your feet and an identical one still on you.
Frantically, you reach for the zipper on the new costume, jerking it downwards. Underneath, you see white once again. Again, you reach under and grab a zipper. More white. Again. More white. You peel back all of the layers, rip off all the masks, and pull away all the costumes, and yet you're still left in the same costume, with a pile of identical ones lying at your feet. You never get smaller or anything, and yet no matter how many times you shed the costume, all you find is an identical one underneath. Same size, same shape, same everything - it never changes and never ends.