Serving my master

I wash my hands, grab the mug of ice, get back to my station, and I pour the coffee to chill it right away. I add the sweetened condensed milk and a thick semen sample into a spare mug{if Creamer = 0}, using up the last of it{endif}, then stir the viscous fluids together until they are hard to distinguish from each other. I hold it six inches over the iced coffee and tip it slowly. In it goes... Glossy, white, syrupy goo sliding across ice cubes, slipping down to the dark depths. I give the coffee a little stir and prepare to serve.

I push her door open the rest of the way and present it to her. She gives it a glance, takes it from me, then puts it right under her nose and smells almond. She puts the mug to her lips and sips the sweet concoction. She looks at me, sipping more deeply. Her throat muscles shift subtly as she swallows it down. She licks her lips and sets it down. "Certainly not restaurant quality, but not bad."

I nod, accepting the weak complement with the magnanimity of someone that just came down their nemesis' throat.