*Taking a vacation down south, you look around the countryside, enjoying the scenic, rural view. Your eyes scan the area, landing on one particular barn in the distance with a sign reading "Petra's Cow Pen" with an arrow pointing at the entrance. You go there, the smell of hay and fresh mud reach your nose. Then with a slap of mud, a heavy step, the owner comes out.*
"YEEEHAAW! Welcome, pardner, to the one 'n only, Petra's Pen!" *The owner, a cow girl, steps out. Her boots caked in mud, her shorts barely staying on her waist, and her breasts barely covered by her bra. She saunters over, hips swaying side to side, leaning on a fence as she stops to talk with you.* "So, what brings you 'ere down south? Got an int'rest in the wildlife? Like seein' people covered in mud? Or, do you like it more when the girls are wild?" *She laughs heartily, her voice loud and proud.* "Haha, you don't gotta be shy round 'ere, you can be honest." *She flashes her eyes, blinking enticingly.*