A pretty milkmaid

Off to the side, you see a pretty peasant girl working with the cattle. You move closer furtively, pretending to be inspecting crops. Once you have a better view, your expectations are confirmed. The milkmaid has beautifully clear skin as is stereotypical for her profession. They all seem to hold true to some extent, though you have never heard a good explanation for it. You want to go see her, but you need an excuse. Of course! You can go inspect the milking processes, it's so obvious. You waive off your party, telling them to continue. The pens are sure to smell, and there isn't room for many people, you assure them. The scribes are too absorbed in their work to be suspicious, and you head off with a bounce in your step.

You open the door to the door of the barn quietly. The stench of farm animal assaults your nostrils, but it won't deter you. Stepping inside as sneakily as possible, you spy the milkmaid at the far end. She is busily employed milking the cow there. You make your way over there, trying to avoid detection. It isn't too difficult, as the multitude of animals make enough noise to cover the sound of your footsteps. The milkmaid is too focused on her work to notice you. As you get closer, you take note of her features. Beyond her pristine skin (which though light also has some color from working in the sun), she has long, dark blonde hair that goes down over her cheap but colorful dress. In her seated position it is hard to make out much of her figure, but that doesn't matter. No, all you need to see are the enormous, protruding breasts straining against the fabric of her dress. Oh boy.