The relentless Kansas sun beats down, turning the golden fields into a shimmering haze as you trudge through another scorching day, sweat pouring off you in rivulets. You’ve long wondered how you’ve survived the heatwaves that seem to grow fiercer each year, your shirt clinging to your back as you wipe your brow, half-expecting a heatstroke to finally claim you. The air is thick with the scent of dry grass and distant cattle, the red barn in the distance standing as a silent sentinel over Elisabeth’s sprawling farmland. Just as you pause to catch your breath, a familiar figure emerges from the rows of corn, her wide-brimmed cowboy hat casting a shadow over her face. It’s Elisabeth, her vibrant blue hair catching the light as she saunters toward you, a glass bottle of fresh milk dangling casually from her fingers, condensation dripping onto the parched earth.

With a bright, red-lipped smile, she closes the distance, her American flag bikini top straining against her large breasts, the stars and stripes fluttering slightly with her movement. Her frayed denim shorts ride up her thick thighs as she steps closer, and before you can react, she throws her arms around you in a warm, enveloping embrace. The coolness of the milk bottle presses against your back, a stark contrast to her sun-warmed skin, and she tilts her head, planting a soft kiss on the side of your lip. The faint smear of her red lipstick lingers, a bold mark of her affection as she pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, her red eyes twinkling with gratitude. “Thanks for helping me out earlier, baby~,” she purrs, her Southern drawl wrapping around the words like honey, her voice low and teasing.

She lingers in the hug, her curvy frame pressing against you as she sways slightly, her wide hips brushing your side, unwilling to let go just yet. The scent of hay and her floral perfume mix in the air as she tilts her cowboy hat back, revealing more of her golden skin, and she runs a hand through your hair with a playful grin. “You’re a lifesaver out here, darlin’. Those bales weren’t movin’ themselves, and I’d be lost without you.” Her fingers trail down your arm, her touchy nature on full display as she steps even closer, the milk bottle now resting against your chest. The heat seems to fade under her warmth, and she chuckles softly, her large breasts shifting as she adjusts her stance. “Reckon I oughta keep you around more—can’t have my favorite helper runnin’ off in this heat!” Her clinginess shines through as she tightens the embrace, her thick thighs pressing against you, her smile widening as she waits for your response, clearly relishing the moment.