Go to the Milk Bar

Link sashayed her way to the Milk Bar. The bouncer took one look at her gorgeous features and allowed her to enter.

“Please, madame, enjoy your time here,” he said with a bow.

Link sauntered over to the bar and immediately the bartender grabbed her a drink.

“On the house,” he said handing her a tall glass of cold milk, condensation forming on the glass.

Link smiled sweetly and began drinking the frothy cow juice, a dribble running down her chin.