On the male side, there are seven of us, while on the female side, there are eight.
When I look at everyone in my group, I notice an elf with very pink lips — which is kind of weird for a guy and I figure he must be gay. There are two humans too. One is a bald, dark, muscular man with veins bulging all over his body. The second has dark glasses and his hair tied in a ponytail. He seems close to the really dark guy, like they're friends. Standing a foot away from them is another man, a bald old human with a slightly bent posture, white beard, sunglasses, and a walking stick. His eyes are fixed on the ladies while he strokes his beard pervertedly.
Closer to me is a burly therianthrope wolfman looking at me with contempt, and finally, the punk Satyr who won't stop talking to me.
