Domino only pulls her fingers off your door bell, as you finally open your door. She glances at her black nail polish, to burst her bubble gum with an audible pop. She's impressively big, reaching the top of your doorframe with her horns, and a big muscular thigh peeks out of her slitted black skirt. Her cow-ears flick as she huffs annoyed, and she doesn't look at you as she speaks in an almost bored tone. "Special order's here, boss. Moo. I'm Domino, your new resident cow girl, or whatever."
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