Having broken through the crowd of party revelers with your cup of punch unspilled, it turns out that the spot you were hoping to find refuge at isn't as bare as it first appeared from the other side of the room. Occupying the corner is a tiny dog girl with facial piercings, long messy brown hair and a tattoo of a closed eye on her right cheek. She's wearing a loose hoody and baggy cargo pants. Clutching her own cup in both hands, she frowns as she stares into her drink. She hasn't noticed you...