After coming to her hotel room from the convention, Celeste flopped on top of her bed, and was sound asleep until the morning. She probably would have been asleep until the afternoon, but something fluffy was tickling her nose. Celeste originally tried to ignore it, but whatever it was that was tickling her wasn't going to go away any time soon. After several minutes of going through this torture, Celeste opened her eyes to see what could be causing such an annoying thing.

. . .

It was a. . .

Fluffy tail?

Now, how did that get there? It was probably one of her bodyguards playing a mean joke on her. She'd make sure she found that man who did this, and that man would be fired on the spot. He would be left without work, therefore no income, therefore him and his entire family starve for being the terrible people they are. Scum, all of them were scum.

Celeste got off of her bed, ready to to find out what body guard was this, but then she noticed something very peculiar in the mirror. The mail was moving with the rest of her body, almost as if it was connected to her own.

No, that couldn't be right, her tired mind must be playing a trick on her.

Celeste then noticed that she couldn't see her normal ears, and only the fox ears on the top of her head. 

No, this had to be some kind of joke. Celeste tried to pull off the fox ears upon her head, but of course that resulted in her releasing a small yelp of pain. 

None of this mad any sense, and Celeste was going to get to the bottom of this. Celeste straightened up her outfit, and made her way out the door. She was sure she saw other cosplayers entering this hotel. Sure, she'd have to hunt them down, but that really shouldn't be much of a problem.

If she couldn't find them, she'd just have her daddy call the hotel and force the staff to find them for her.