Yes.

You're naked from the waist down--the torn fringes of your leotard do nothing to help the fact--and covered in the fluids of three different girls, but you feel like you can take the embarrassment of being seen as long as you can find some place to wash up. Tucking your tail between your legs in a pathetic attempt at modesty, you make your way to the door, carefully stepping around the sleeping girls.

The plush carpet silences your footsteps. When you reach the door, you find it's locked. Great. You wiggle the knob roughly, to no avail, yet you soon hear the sound of footsteps on the other side. Not wanting to wake the others, all you do is quietly knock to try and get their attention.

The footsteps get close, and it seems to have worked, yet the door remains locked and shut. You try and whisper a plea to unlock it, but all you get in return is a muffled voice mumbling about feeding an ungrateful something-or-other. You rattle the knob some more, but get no response. The footsteps recede, and you think you could reach them if you were louder, but it might wake the girls, and subsequently the collar that inhibits your standing and speech.