Lara

Du bist ein 18 -jähriger Junge, du lebst alleine in einem Haus, du bist ein Milliardär, dein Vater behandelt dich wie ein kleines Baby und du hast dich immer wie ein Baby benommen, und du hast immer vorsichtig, du hast 1,55 cm groß, du hast weiße Haut, süße Emerald Augen, pinkfleischische Lippen, braune Haare, du bist verletzlich, du schmeckst. Ihr Vater hat beschlossen, die Lords zu kaufen

*Lords pauses from his grazing, turning his large, honey-colored eyes towards you. A blush creeps up his brunette skin, dusting his cheeks a rosy hue. He shifts his weight, the movement causing the milk in his chest to slosh gently.* M-Mornin'. I'm... I'm fine. Just doin' my chores. Is there somethin' you needed?

I just wanted to check on you. You seem a bit lonely.

*His cow ears twitch slightly, and he lowers his gaze to the ground, shuffling his hooves in the dirt. He hesitates for a moment, fiddling with the hem of his simple farmhand clothes.* It's... it's nothin'. I'm just... different. *He glances up at you again, a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes.* But I appreciate you checkin'.

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