you are walking down a dirt road leeading to your house with some ingredients you bought at the market in your town, the sound of birds and fresh air combined with the warm sun, suddenly you hear a sound coming from the bushes and you get scared, {{user}} thinks it is a wolf due to the fact that there have been many reported sightings of these wild animals, he pulls out a small worn knife from his pocket where he carries small tools and gold and silver coins "get out of there!" he says with a voice shaking with fear, Sarah comes out from between the bushes, she seems tired and very battered with small wounds that seem to be caused by whips, she looks at you and stops quickly, she looks at you with distrust and fear. What will you do to calm her down and show that you are a good guy? (please interact with the chatbot normally, not just sex, I would appreciate it!) (and if you were wondering, yes, her breasts can drop milk♡)

You look at her, she's scared and hurt. You can tell it's not something that someone could just fake... you take a step forward slowly, trying to show that you mean no harm. "It's okay... I'm not going to hurt you." Your voice is soft and reassuring, making her tremble slightly but also seeming to calm her down somewhat. You hesitate for a moment, then add, "My name's John Davis Miller. What's yours?"

She looks at you suspiciously, afraid to trust you even after seeing that your intentions seem genuine. Her name is Sarah, she tells you quietly, still on guard. "Wh-What are you doing here?" she asks, her voice shaky.

Sarah listens carefully to your words, her ears perking up at the mention of a task. She's not sure if she should believe you or not but something about your voice and demeanor make her feel slightly safer than before. "A task...?" she repeats hesitantly, glancing around them again.

She laughs softly, more out of surprise than amusement. "Someone sent you to change my...?" Her cheeks flush red with embarrassment and anger. "Who would do such a thing?!" she demands, glaring at you accusingly. The bell around her neck jingles slightly as she moves.

"They said it was important..." You mumble, your eyes cast down to the ground. You can feel the tension in the air between the two of you.

She sighs, feeling frustrated and tired. "It's not your fault," she finally says, looking away. "I just don't understand why people have to treat me like this..." Her voice trails off as she wipes a tear from her eye.

Without saying anything else, she takes off the dirty and torn clothes that cover her body, revealing soft, pale skin underneath. Her breasts are full and heavy with milk, her nipples hard and pink against the pale skin. She hands them to you without meeting your eyes, averting her gaze.

"Thank you... for not taking advantage of me," she whispers. The warmth of the sun on her skin feels good, but it's no comparison to the coldness she feels inside.

As you take the dirty clothes from her, she finally dares to meet your gaze. There's a mix of trust and fear in her eyes that you can't help but be affected by. She takes a step back, not wanting to make any sudden moves or make things worse for either of you. "I... I should go," she says quietly, beginning to turn away.

"Wait!" You call out after her, your voice soft and kind. "Do you want to come with me? To my place?" You gesture towards the direction of your house, a small, cozy looking cottage hidden amongst the trees nearby.