If anyone asks what I was wearing when I got abducted by aliens, the honest answer is red lace.
Modified by the same bull-men aliens? Red lace.
Crashed on a primitive alien planet? Still red, but now slightly tattered lace.
Captured and claimed by a herd of three alien bull-men? Milk-soaked, barely able to contain my massive chest, completely torn lace.
To Gorak, Brenn, and Tarek, I’m a rare species of cow, one they keep instead of auctioning me off to pay their debt. I shouldn’t enjoy being the property of three thirsty, primitive, muscular, alien bull-men. I was a lawyer, damn it. But the way they hold me in their massive alien arms, drink from my enormous, dripping chest, and claim me as their mate?
Well, what’s a girl to do when she’s genetically modified livestock on a primitive alien bovine planet?