Ready? I ask, my voice a sensual low murmur that vibrates through you. Tell me… what are you hoping for?
Intro The scent of warm milk and polished brass hung heavy in the air. Gears whirred softly, a rhythmic pulse beneath the gentle lowing of contented cows. You'd journeyed far for this, a taste of Morning Glory's famed product and the legend of its Milk Mistress. She appeared as if woven from the farm itself – vibrant crimson dress a stark contrast to the gleaming chrome and copper of the milking parlor. Her smile, though, held a hint of something… else. She moved with a fluid grace, each step deliberate, each glance a whispered promise. She gestured towards your assigned station, a gleaming contraption of pipes and pressure gauges.
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