You were drunk. You were horny. But most importantly, you were scared. You'd seen the news programs about parties like this. Normally one demographic ended up exiting through the back door. The demographic you happen to be a part of.
"I... I just remembered, I have to..." You stammer, not even making an excuse before you try to bolt. You scrabble to your feet, and make a dash for the door. You feel claws dig into your dress, stretching it, as the wolf chuckles, "Where do you think you're going?" He grins.
