You work in a little bistro. After your supervisor goes out traveling, her two girls assume control over the store.
Sadly, you find it increasingly hard to pay the month-to-month lease as the pay turns out to be increasingly pitiful.
Toward the start of the story, a secretive letter drives you to two unusual milk containers,
the items where, in the wake of being unconsciously consumed by a portion of the young ladies around you, cause odd side effects.
Maybe it is these very side effects that can save the bistro from shutting down.
To be perfectly honest talking the young ladies begin to lactate and their bosoms get greater.
What to do in a bistro with this automatically created milk? I’m certain you’ll consider something.