Go get the merchant.

You hop off the chair, self-conscious of the wizard's eyes on your bare, bouncing breasts. Luckily Mr. Treebowyer milked you at lunch, so you're not leaking anymore. You turn to head into the store, now feeling the wizard's eyes on your naked bum. You poke your head into the store, the tufted end of your tail flicking back and forth, and cup your hand to call for the **** merchant.

"Mr. Treebowyer! There's a customer who wants to speak to you outside!"

"Comiiing~" the elf sings, nearly dancing to the door. When he sees the wizard, he bows. "Why, Archwizard! What an esteemed honor to have a member of the Council of Magi at my humble shop! How can Tercorrin Treebowyer help Archwizard Runemeyer?"

You can't help but stare in awe at the exchange. Only nobles have surnames, while only royalty have middle names. Mr. Treebowyer is a noble, as his surname indicates, but the fact that he is willing to bow to Runemeyer, a commoner judging from their single given name, says how much authority and respect the Council of Magi carries!

The Council of Magi is a body of spellcasters who handle most of the magical education, advancement, and problems of the world. Independent and not answering to any government, they are sometimes hired by monarchs or lords to handle magical accidents or anomalies in their territories. Along with the Merchants Guild and the Adventurer's Guild, they're one of the Big Three influential, independent groups in the world! They are quite secretive, but as far as you know, it's a very selective and prestigious group that only gives seats to the most powerful spellcasters in the world! Funding and opening magical universities, experiments to advance magic, neutralizing large-scale magical threats... You can't believe one of their councilmembers is standing right before you!

Runemeyer chuckles. "Relax, Tercorrin. I was just running some errands for reagents and I happened to notice this lovely girl sitting outside your store."

Mr. Tercorrin smiles, stepping over to stand behind you and place his hands on your shoulders. You blush, hands trying to cover your nipples. You feel so exposed and ****... "Yes! This is Milly, my prize girl!"

The wizard smiles, bending down and looking at your face. You avert your gaze in shame. "May I pat your head, Milly?" they ask.

You look up at Mr. Tercorrin, who just smiles and gives you a nod. You lean your head forward and Runemeyer lowers their perfectly manicured hand to ruffle your hair. You can't help but relax a little at their ministrations.

"She's a cattlefolk, yes? Does she lactate?" Runemeyer asks.

"Quite a lot, yes! I'm having trouble drinking it all! I've started using it to make my own cheese and even gifted some to some neighbors!"

"What else can she do?"

"She was a farmer. From what she told me, she's good at agriculture and animal husbandry. She can ride and take care of horses and she also picked up some light swordplay to deal with vermin on her family's farm. I've heard she's also not bad with a forge, anvil, hammer, and tanning rack. She also knows her herbalism and can cook, sew, and clean! Being a cattlefolk, she's also naturally strong despite what her lean muscles might indicate! She was sold to me by the wife of one of my late friends, so you can imagine I'm **** to sell her to just anyone."

"Really, now?" Runemeyer taps the end of their staff on the ground. "What conditions are you looking for in a buyer?"

Mr. Treebowyer kneels down to wrap his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. "What might you use her for, Archwizard?"

The androgynous wizard gives a smile that you can't help but find mysterious. "I could do with a chore girl around my tower. Sometimes, I am far too busy with my research and experiments to do menial chores around my home, and at times I even forget to eat or sleep. Her milk would also be a wonderful reagent for my enchanting and potions. If she can help grow some of my herbs and tend to some of my familiars, this would be all the better. And, of course, I could use a strong hand around the house." They wink, causing you to blush.

Mr. Treebowyer rubs at his chin, standing up and placing his other hand on your head to play with your hair. "Well, you're wealthy, powerful, good moral standing... But Milly here still won't be cheap. Are you prepared for the steep price, Archwizard?"

The wizard reaches into their robe, pulling out a bag that jingles with coins, smiling.

"Hmmm.. What do you think, Milly? Would you like to be purchased by Archwizard Runemeyer?" Mr. Treebowyer asks you, looking down at your face.