Xaie's anticipation hits a fever pitch as the end of the workday means only one thing, the party is hours away and his costume is finally ready! Following his near escape from giving into his pleasures, he rushes to Hawkin's House to finally recieve what he has desperatly been craving!

The influence of the mask begins to meld into Xaie's mind as the day of the party arrives...but can he make it through the day before the horny beast within breaks free?

Xaie is plagued by strange dreams following his first fitting, the scent of the mask prominant of all, leading him to try a taste of smoke. Each puff drawing him back to that place where he felt such pleasure, where the costume was waiting, where the mask was waiting.

A 2nd-person retelling of a traumatic event.

A new commission involving a guy who just wants to be the perfect mate for a girl. Too bad the girl has lewder interests.

Based on a dream I had a few months ago. Sorry if the story still sucks.