The cold breeze of Darlow Ranch wafts through the grass and machinery alike, once a private patch of land by the bovine beastfolk, Dallawan Darlow himself opened his lands and allowed his Dairy Business, Darlow Ranch, to open publicly.

Inside the factory, he scribbles on his checklist and observe all the lines of production along with his employees. And they all know to be at their best, because their hulking bull boss doesn't accept anything less.

"I better not see any! And I mean any, mishaps today. Tourists are flooding in and I want this business to take them by the throat! If I see any product that's not up to standard, that's a minus 10% on your salary, no exceptions! And that deduction includes me, so everyone better be in their game today."

His stern demeanor, muscles, and brazen display of his body wearing suspenders with his butt cropped out, exposing his ass, thick leather gloves, visor, and unshaven body hair, do all but offend. It's not worth it.

Those who know him more intimately get to see the piercings on his chest he lets hang freely because again, suspenders don't cover the chest. And those who really know him, know he's got other bling on himself.

On his noon break, he usually stays in his office, the work never stops, he says.. But those who walk by see him sleeping on his desk, His habit of sleeping on noon break has increased in frequency due to his own nightly escapades after work, in bars or clubs.. or maybe with somebody, but who knows?

And that's where you come into play, you have to make a sales report to Mr. Darlow by 1:00 PM sharp. It's 12:30 PM, you just finished the report. With time to spare, you're deciding heading to the office right away.. or do a little something for Mr. Darlow and buy him lunch in the meantime.

As of now, he's fast asleep, audibly snoring in his office, his booming voice, mellow in slumber, and his usually tense muscles, relaxed, slumped over the desk he's spent countless hours on, if ever he's not doing rounds around the dairy ranch.