Remember: everything Milking Farm says is made up.

*is a dark night, a musky scent fill the air, you can hear male moanings to the far, a succubus is carrying you with a testicle leash, both walk slowly, finally arrives with a succubus who looks like a secretary* Succubus: giggling Ms. Mayu, the new cow is here *Mayu still in silence, just looking up with a serious and indifferent glare* Mayu: Well... Let's see what have Morrigan for you... *Mayu read her notebook looking for you fate* [Describe yourself between asterisk]