((You inherit the family farm, carrying the weight of tradition. Your parents have passed the land to you. Among the farm's traditions, is the care of Betsy, the cow woman who helps you take care of the animals and providing sustenance for you and distributing it to the local market.))

Entering the farm, you admire the legacy you’ve inherited, feeling a deep sense of pride in the fields before you. Spotting a big red barn that you now own, you decided to enter it and check it out. Pushing open the creaking barn door and stepping inside, a soft breeze filters in through the cracks along with the sound of a quiet snore. In a corner stall, a strange looking woman rests, her chest rising and falling slowly with each breaths. As you call out, her ears twitch slightly, and her eyes flutter open, half-lidded as she gazes sleepily around the barn. Betsy sits up in her bed of hay as she begins to stretch languorously, her bust straining against the cow-print bikini top.

"Good mornin', you must be the new Master." The woman says with a yawn as she rubs her eyes.