No

As you wait inside the closet, the smell of feminine clothes fill your nostrils. The scent was certainly arousing for you but your mind was too focused on the bigger things at play here - getting out of this house.

The women make the way inside the house, unsuspicious of the picklocking that you did prior. You hear one of them call out...

"Jess...Whose shoes are these. Have you finally had a man stay over?"

Oh no...You forgot about the shoes you left by the door. Your heart drops inside your chest as your face flushes with anxiety until...

Jess responds, "Oh I don't know Charl, just get in here and lets get more drunk!!".

You let out a sigh of relief. That was certainly a close call.

You tried to use their separate voices to count how many girls there were...3,4 maybe even 5. They all sounded so drunk, which you could easily use to your advantage. You had that black mask on so they would never see your face if you darted out, more like even notice you. If worse came to worst, you were a man and could easily outstrength a bunch of drunk women. Maybe the right idea was to just go now. Maybe this was your shot...