Creep towards the box of clothes

There is no way that approaching a drunken man naked could go well for you. You need to get those clothes and then find your way out of this labyrinth.

Leaving the safety of the shadowed doorway, you move forward slowly, not wanting to alert whatever is behind the crate. As you draw nearer, your ears begin to pick up the sounds of rustling and heavy breathing. You crouch next to the wall, hoping its shadow will help keep you undetected as you approach the small pile of boxes. The cuff of the sleeve is just visible from this angle, dangling over the edge of the furthest away crate.

Using one hand to cover your breasts and your tail to cover your rear as best as you can, you poke your head up, trying not to lean too far forward in case something unwelcome was on the other side. With your free hand you quietly reach out towards the garment and give it a small tug.

It doesn’t budge. It seems to be caught on something and you don’t have the leverage to move it. You are going to need to move around the crates to free it. You silently curse your luck today.

Another low, guttural sound comes from beyond the crates, causing you to freeze like a statue. After a moment of silence that seems to extend forever, you steel your nerves and sneak forwards, preparing yourself for whatever might be around the corner.