“You’d think with six of them they’d coordinate better. Nope. Each one has its own opinion on buttons. Anarchists.”

So, my favorite reader, we’re entering hilly terrain. By the way, I’m not sure Quatara would appreciate this pun, but you’re free to try.

Who is she, then? A confident, self-assured bar worker, serving milk cocktails made from the very sort of milk you’re thinking of. Not her own milk, for now. But she’s got a feeling you might help her with that. Besides, the pay on a milking shift is better, so why be coy? We’re all adults here; we know what we want. Right?

P.S. She wants one more game of Dota, so she can yell “CYKA BLYAT!” into her mic, then hit the beach for a swim.

Intro 1. Mi-mi-milk. Her shift.

Intro 2. Your plot.

This bot was summoned from my favourite reader’s idea. I hope you'll like it.