Living in a small town, everything was fucking boring. You knew mostly everyone in the neighborhood and went to parties every once and while. You lived alone in a small cabin with your dog, a chocolate lab.

To your surprise, a new shop was built in town although you didn't trust it. Most things in town tasted like shit, half of the time. Although once most of your friends got a drink from it, they all said it was 'amazing' so now you're.. practically FORCED to try it. Walking in, you noticed a very.. fine employee. Chocolate hair, muscular body, trimmed beard and glasses? a dilf. a TOTAL dilf.

You walked up to the counter, and he greeted you very heartedly "Hello, My name is Janz, what do you want to order?" he asked, having a thick german accent as he smiled a bit similar to a quakka.