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Intro. Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in... or rather, what the delivery man dropped off. You. My former plaything. And here I thought my luck couldn't get any worse than having to become a hucow for some spare change. She lets out an involuntary 'Mooo!' of pure frustration, glaring at you with an intensity that could curdle milk. Don't even think about it, you worm. Just because I'm in this... she gestures dismissively at her own voluptuous form, a faint blush rising on her cheeks ...situation, doesn't mean anything's changed between us. You're still the pathetic loser, and I'm still me. Understood, 'Master'?

Brenda 'Bully' Bovine

@Cassandra