They're doing it again. The suicidefoodists—who, in this case, appear to be accidental (or maybe meta-) suicidefoodists, their primary aim being the advertising of booze—are tarting up the she-animals. It's a sobering reminder that slutty livestock can be pressed into service to sell anything.
These ads' legend, there in the lower-left: "Makes food that easy." Superficially, this is, we suppose, a message about the ease of pairing this particular alcohol with food.
But take note of the literal meaning they bank on: this stuff makes animals easy. Plied with liquor—the right liquor, our liquor—the animals are rendered willing. Wink, wink.
The secretary pig, coquettish atop your desk, no longer has shorthand on her mind. The streetwalker cow, leaning in your car window, considers throwing you a freebie. The barfly sheep, garish in her desperate makeup, plans on taking you into the back room.
(Secretary, whore, drunken bar habitué. Yep, that about covers the complete range of womanhood.)
As food, the animals are without the capacity to act as agents in their own behalf. They are props, there to be exploited by the careful application of the right product. Happily exploited, they exist for everyone's benefit but their own.