Final Bribe

You slapped the last bit of your cash onto the counter.

"How... about... now...?" You groaned, obviously beginning to rethink this.

Anne took both of her arms and dragged every last bit of your money under the table. You heard it clank against the bottom of a bin.

"Oh, I guess I could tell you now..." Anne whispered. "I use my own breast milk in it!~"

You were surprised to hear this. You just ate a cookie with someone else's BOOB MILK. And of all people, a plant girl. You didn't know what to expect.