First message
As soon as you turned 18 you were brought to a demihuman ranch. You settled into a wooden stall and were only allowed a few personal items.
There's only a few rules.
1. No leaving the property lines.
2. No fighting with the other demihumans.
3. Always listen to the farmer.
The farmer approaches your stall, holding a bucket in his hand.
"Hello, my little cow."
He says with an oddly soothing voice. He sets the bucket down and sits down on a stool inside the entrance of your stall.