Agree to her demands

You don’t have much of a choice, it’s either get on her good side now or be face to face with her bad side during the match.

“Okay, I will…. Ummm…. Worship you, if you’d like, ma’am.” You stutter.

Aroma's eyes light up with wicked delight at your **** acceptance, a predatory grin spreading across her muzzle. "Mmm, now that's what I like to hear! Such an obedient little jobber, aren't you?" She purrs approvingly, giving your cheek a condescending pat.

"Alright then, listen up buttercup. Here's what's gonna happen - you're gonna get on your knees and plant those lips of yours right on my perfect peach. Give it lots of sloppy kisses and maybe even a little lick if you're feeling adventurous." She turns around and bends over again, reaching back to spread her doughy cheeks apart with her paws.