You decide you're more likely to escape successfully by emptying the barrel all at once.

With a firm push, you deftly pry off the keg's lid. You're greeted by the thick, heady aroma of **** - potent enough to almost make you woozy on its own! You lean away from the barrel, taking a few deep breaths to clear the fog from your head. With a firm grip on the base of the keg, you slowly tip it over, sloshing some of the **** out and onto the barrels below you - before fully dumping the full thing out!

"...suds a fun... russ pa- dum..?"

The beastwoman looks up, a surprised squeak just escaping her lips just before being doused by the booze! The empty barrel follows soon after, tumbling down the pile and bouncing off the floor next to her with a hollow thud. Time to get out of here!

"...ooh faah... ohh fuck please...!"

As you turn to leave however, you hear a hoarse moan echo from beneath you - not a moan of pain, but raw pleasure. You know you should duck through the opening you just made and escape, but something about that primal voice is just irresistible.

You cautiously peer over the edge and look back down at the soaked beastwoman. She's lying on the stone floor, gyrating slowly in the shallow puddle of fizzling beer. Her fur is saturated with magically enhanced ****, which starts thickening rapidly to trap her in a coat of foam. As you look harder, you realize she's pawing at her breasts, mewling weakly as she squirms. Her hefty thighs grind together in an erotic display of need, followed soon by her paw sliding between them and stroking firmly. Her lewd motions and hoarse squeals together form a perfectly captivating display... so captivating that you don't notice the barrel beneath you weakening.