“Aren’t you tired yet?” inquired the wolf, at the end of another dance.  The night was no longer young and the guests were slowly beginning dwindle.

The fox shook her head with coquettish innocence.

Bemused, he took a few steps in the direction of the men’s room.  “Well look, I have to take a quick break, but when I come back we’ll do one more.”  He glanced back at his insatiable guest, “but just one more.”

She nodded enthusiastically.

The fox took the opportunity to visit the ladies room as well.  Amidst the bright marble and brass interior, her eyes were immediately drawn to the collection of – apparently complimentary — beauty products lining the countertop.  A godsend for a girl miles away from her purse.  She fell victim to the allures, and twenty minutes later she was still painting a Mona Lisa in the bathroom mirror.  A woman in her mid-thirties entered and occupied the sink next to her.

“Oh dear, could you pass the blush?  There doesn’t seem to be any on this side,” she asked of the now-maskless fox.  The fox politely complied.

“I couldn’t help but notice that you seemed to be enjoying yourself out there,” commented the woman, touching up her makeup in the mirror.  “It’s always nice to see fresh faces.”

“So nice that we insist that they cover them up!” she added with a shrill laugh.  

“Of course, everything here is so amazing,” replied the fox.  “I feel like I’m walking around in a dream.”  She glanced over and noticed an owl mask on the countertop.

“Well I’m glad you’re having fun,” said the woman.  “I assume you will be staying with us for the night?”

The girl paused.  “Well, I don’t exactly have any other arrangements.”

“Excellent,” said the woman.  “I’m sure Stanley will show you to one of our guest suites.”

An awkward silence tensed the air as they finished freshening up.

“It’s not my place to tell you to be careful with men you barely know,” the woman advised as she leaned over and replaced the blush on the girl’s side counter.

“But,” the owl continued.  Their eyes met briefly.  

“Be careful with men you barely know.”

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