Cinder slammed the door, and an illusion wrapped the roof. As far as Blake could see, only she and Yang remained standing in a void.
"Wh-what the..?" Blake began.
Yang immediately whipped her tits out. A big smile came across her face as she grabbed her nipples and gave them a pull. A small stream of milk spritzed towards Blake.
"Heh. Glad that command worked" Duke snickered to himself.
"Does the kitty want milk?" Yang droned as she continued spraying milk across the rooftop.
"Y-Yang?! Hey! Whats wrong with you?! What's going on?!" Blake exclaimed.
"Must milk by big, fat udders for the kitty... Must milk... Must milk..." Yang droned as she pulled even harder on her nipples.
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