You blink in the darkness, your eyes adjusting to the gloom of the old barn's interior as you look around to see what just happened. As you're getting your bearings, you realize that one of the farmhands must've pulled you in while you were walking by, because one's standing right in front of you with a sly smile... flanked by at least a dozen more of them. They're part the regular help that stay on all year long, hardy yet characteristically lithe rabbit-boys that can pull a little more weight than usual for their species. You feel their stares on you, making you apprehensive - is this some sort of test?

"Hey, greensprout," the one in front, a gold-hued purebred with scar across his temple, begins glibly. "Name's Ren, and you're the new hand... ${Name}, right? Lookin' to make a little more cash here?"

Your eyes finally adjusted, you gasp as you notice the array of strange gadgets on shelves lining the walls for the first time. Ribbed silicone sleeves, metal rings, phallic-shaped objects emulating various species and... a vacuum tube attached to the ceiling? A wooden chair dominates the center of the room, covered in straps and hooked up, strangely, to a rusty wall socket. What's this all doing in a disused barn?

"Y'see, we have a bit of a side business here on the farm: sellin' seed to the poor folk round these parts who're widowed or infertile so they can have some youngin' to help work their farms n' such. Figured you would be the perfect fella for it, given your...", he looks you up and down, stopping for a long time at the crotch of your tan overalls, then nods slowly. At about 6'7", you're quite a bit larger than the average dog-boy and they seemingly to want to test the veracity of that scale... elsewhere. "Nothin' too rough, course. We'd take care of 'ya," Ren says with a twinkle as the others mutter agreements and shoot you openly lecherous leers.

You cough uncomfortably as you finally get the chance to speak, weighing your options.