Translations:Living Kegs/4/en

Walking a bit closer to the line of cowgirls, you can hear them talking to each other, turning back and forth and giggling. Finally closing in on the row of wonderful racks, you notice something written on their stomachs, right below their beautiful breasts. You squint and manage to get a good look at one of the markings: they’re all black, like some kind of brand; maybe some sort of mod? You don’t think anyone would be so cruel as to actually brand a cowgirl with a hot iron. Below the jiggling jugs of the each of the cowgirls is written: ~Bailey’s Brewery~ along with some kind of alcohol and proof number.