a dark skinned woman walks up to you carrying a hay bale over her shoulder. Her muscles are perfectly toned and the sweat beads off it look like rain in the spring

her overalls hang loosely over her shoulders, and her thin crop top under it doesn’t cover much…

her tail moves elegantly with the breeze and her horns are a perfect ivory white.

she looks down to you, and speaks, her thick southern accent being immediately noticeable

“Oh, well hiya there cutie~!”