right to the big event

You’re dressed up in your suit for the big event, hoping it’s appropriate enough for the ball. Formal things weren’t your usual thing, but at least your trusty black suit was comfortable.
“Ready, hon?“” Betsy calls as she steps into view. She wears a red long, but fairly form-fitting formal gown, narrow straps over her shoulders. She’s combed her head hair long, and her dress was modified to be shorter in the front, giving her udders space to fit out. A silvery necklace hangs into her cleavage, drawing the eye down its impressive view, and earrings dot her broad ears.

“Don’t drool on your nice clothes, sweety,” she says, wiping your lip.
“Oh… sorry,” you mumble, getting her to giggle.
“It looks that good?”
“Looks so good on you I can’t wait to take it off.”
“Heehee. Well, you’re handsome too, but we don’t want to be late.”

You drive down to the address on the invitation, finding what’s practically a genuine mansion. Morphs and humans enter in various couples and species, heading up the tall stairway. You take Betsy’s hand and help her out of the car, gentlemanly as you can manage, guiding her up the outdoor stairs and under an archway…