An unexpected couple out to dinner.

Only a few days after the yoga class fiasco, Wii Fit Trainer and Marth set the date for their dinner date. Perfumes were tested, schedules were double-checked, and condoms were very hesitantly left at home. Out at the swankiest restaurant in town, the two wore what they each considered fancy clothing; a sports bra under a blue cocktail dress for the lady, and medieval battle regalia for the gentleman.

Marth’s deep, royal pockets meant that Trainer was well assured who’d be paying for their outing, but she still insisted on getting the menu’s finest dessert for him with her own money. And by goodness was the prince embarrassed—not by her gesture, of course—but because during the wait for a flan, their conversation has somehow shifted to his endowment.

“Of course I don’t mind your dick being small, I’m the one who asked you out. And I’m pretty sure you were naked at the time.” Trainer says, speech slurred the slightest bit by wine.

Marth hides his face behind a hand, trying to shield himself from this subject. “Do we have to talk about this? And why aren’t you more bothered by my… my size?”

“Because it’s hot either way~” she coos, pinching her date’s cheek as he blushes. “I’m kind of a huge penis fan, but that doesn’t mean I’m only a fan of big penises. I’ve yet to meet a package I didn’t like, and you look like, so good naked.”

Although Marth’s only response to her words is to flush a deeper shade of red, the tipsy pervert takes his bashfulness in stride as she addresses something she’d been meaning to bring up to him. “But… another thing I wanted to talk about is who stripped you.”

“Ugh, please don’t remind me of that.” The handsome prince says, almost skulking back in his chair.

“Sorry to bring it back, but… don’t you want to know who else was responsible? Not just for stripping you, but me too?”

Marth sits very quietly for a second, lost among thoughts of his clothes vanishing in a flash of light. His expression neutral despite memories of hysterically laughing girls, he says, “Please, tell me.”