A little Greek cafe.

The restaurant looks to be a little Greek cafe with a fenced-in outdoor seating area. The sign above the front door says "PAPHOS CAFE."

"Paphos? The daughter of Pygmalion and the statue Aphrodite brought to life?" Zoe asks, eyes lighting up in recognition at the name on the sign.

The Italian man lets out a big belly laugh. "Yes, it was my wife's idea! When we opened this cafe on a clothing-optional beach, I wanted to sell Greek food since my grandfather was Greek! My wife had the idea that since Aphrodite was very commonly nude in Greek artwork, we name it after her, but take it a couple steps removed so it wouldn't be obvious! Sharp of you to catch that!"

Zoe's cheeks flush at the praise, something you can't help but find endearingly cute.

The Italian man leads you through the front gate and into the outdoor seating area. You see several people already there and eating in various states of undress. There's a completely naked woman, a man in only a T-shirt, a topless girl, and plenty in just swimsuits. You're beginning to realize that this cafe owner was serious when he said enjoying the beachside businesses in states of undress isn't all that much of a problem around this clothing-optional Italian beach.

The door to the cafe opens, a woman coming out with a tray of food that she delivers to a waiting table. She looks older and on the plump side, but as she turns around and bends forward to set the plates and bowls down, you jump when you realize all she's wearing is an apron!

"Pookie!" the Italian man calls.

The naked-apron woman looks up, her face lighting up at the sight of the Italian restaurant owner. "Hubby!"

She meets him halfway across the outdoor seating area, kissing him on the lips and pulling him into a hug. Her hands find his board shorts-clad rear and give them a lusty squeeze. As she looks over her husband's shoulder, she spots you, your painfully throbbing bare penis, Zoe, and Zoe's barely-on broken black one piece swimsuit. She gently untangles herself from her husband and pads barefoot up to you.

"Did you bring these two here, Hubby?" she asks, a kind and nurturing smile on her face that even spreads to her eyes.

"Yup! These two are on a date! Thought I'd treat them! They remind me of you and I when we were young!"

She steps forward, and puts an arm around you and Zoe, pulling both of you into a half-hug. You have to bite your lip, hard, when you feel your painfully tumescent cock brush against the curvaceous woman's bare thigh. Unsexy thoughts, unsexy thoughts, unsexy thoughts!

"You're adorable together! What are your names?"

"I'm Zoe!" the weirdo chirps, happily nuzzling her face into the taller woman's apron-clad breasts.

"Uh... Sam..."

She pulls away, hand reaching down to fix some locks of Zoe's choppy brunette hair in a very motherly gesture. "I'll be! Zoe, ain't you a beauty!" She turns to you. "Never let her go, Sam! Girl with tette like that? She could feed five kids and have enough left over for fun in the bedroom with you!"

"What?" you and Zoe both exclaim, faces bright red.

"Speaking of the bedroom..." 'Pookie' kneels down, hand picking at the busted neckline of Zoe's strapless one-piece swimsuit. "Don't boyfriends and girlfriends usually dress in matching outfits on dates? Zoe, hun... Why don't you join your boyfriend? Don't worry, you're safe here!" She smiles a warm smile at the shortstack weirdo.

Despite the ambiguous wording, her meaning is clear... Zoe looks up at you, looking like a scared little bunny. You honestly don't think she's gonna do it...