You Want To Go To The Farm First

You pause to think that over for a moment. Her zealotry is a bit much. You can't tell if it's something the barn implanted in her during that process of brainwashing that she mentioned before, or if that's just how she naturally is. She certainly isn't lacking whatsoever for exuberance.

"You said their is a ranch that you go to, right?" Your eyes keep drawing down to her breasts. Her udders. You find that, unlike most women, 13147 doesn't seem to mind being oggled much.

"Oh yes. Every weekend. Last time I skipped, I didn't get to empty my udders and they were sore all week." She rubs the side of her swollen breast.

"If I'm going to help you out, I'd like to visit the farm." You nod. You wonder what it's like. Does it look like a cow farm, filled with hay and wooden stalls? Or is it something more practical, considering it's not like human cows would need the trappings of a place for keeping animals. Though, if that were the case, what would be the point of the brands?