"Tch..! H-haaah.."

She groaned, feeling the lady siphoning her milk from one of her lovingly-developed tanks. She'd hold the other tit in her other hand, intending on prepping at least a few bottles with it...

...the AI begrudgingly lifts the cow print from one of her bloated boobies, nipple hard and ready.

"...drink." She allows... o-only because she supposedly NEEDED it..

No, that is for the empire's plans!
S-She better not..!

"...and making you LOSE!"

She wishes to tell her that perhaps the clothes aren't the problem...

"Gladly. It's not likely you would've won, anyway."

"A-ah... I struggle to think of what the hard way would be... easy's fine." She stammered, floating ever close to Judy.

"L-Lady Haru.! Designating... SS-Rank.."