The orc woman squeezed her nipple, forcing out another stream of milk into the glass. She glared at you as she did so, making sure you understood that this was a privilege and not something to be taken lightly. Once the glass was full, she slammed it down on the counter in front of you and folded her arms across her chest, obviously feeling somewhat satisfied with herself despite the annoyance she had shown earlier. "Now," she growled, "are we done here?"

Thanks but no thanks. I'll just take my milk elsewhere.