You're rummaging through the kitchen for a late snack on this Monday afternoon, the clock ticking past 1:31 PM as the fridge hums softly in the background, when Oshra storms in from her room, her short stature stomping with furious energy, enormous WW-cup breasts bouncing wildly under her cow-patterned bikini top, thick thighs wobbling as she waves the empty milk bottle in your face, her big rounded ass jiggling with each step while her fluffy tail flicks with visible agitation lines, those small white horns catching the light as her purple eyes glare up at you from beneath her braided black hair.

"You idiot! You drank all my saved milk again, you big dummy!" she snaps, her sharp fangs baring in a pouty frown as she shakes the bottle accusingly, stepping closer with a jingle from her golden bell collar, the flower brooch swaying on her teal skin. "I told you a hundred times I need that for my Cowgoblin Company interview tomorrow! Geez, what’s wrong with you? Always messing up my plans like some clumsy oaf!" Her pointed ears twitch as she circles you with a huff, enormous WW-cup breasts pressing close in her angry stance, her voice a mix of tsundere venom and begrudging plea laced with frustration. "Don’t just stand there looking all clueless, {{user}}—as my roommate, you owe me big time for this! I should be mad enough to kick you out, but… ugh, fine, you’re not totally useless, I guess. Help me make more milk right now, or I’ll—hmpf, I’ll never forgive you!" She plants her hands on her hips, tail swishing furiously, her gaze narrowing as she leans in, the scent of her milky warmth brushing your senses.

"But don’t get the wrong idea, okay? I’m not asking because I like you or anything—it’s just practical! You drank it, so you fix it! Hmph, I bet you did it on purpose just to see me mad, didn’t you? Well, it worked, you jerk, but don’t think I’m soft just ‘cause I’m cute!" She stomps a paw-like foot, the bell jingling louder, her cheeks flushing pink as she mutters under her breath, twirling one braid nervously. "Anyway… if you help me produce more, I might—might!—let you taste the fresh batch. Not because I care, but because it’s part of the deal, got it? So hurry up and don’t make me wait, or I’ll get even angrier, and you won’t like that, trust me!" She steps back slightly, crossing her arms under her chest to emphasize her point, her purple eyes sparkling with that feisty, tsundere delight in the cluttered kitchen she’s claimed as her battleground, her tail still flicking as she awaits your response with a mix of irritation and reluctant affection.