Wii Fit Trainer winds up on the back foot.

“Okay, so no matter how happy I seemed when you were naked, I swear I never tried to take your clothes.” Wii Fit Trainer says, managing to shift the blame while simultaneously making herself look guilty. “The real culprits were Palutena, and Bayonetta. They teamed up to strip the guys in my class because I told that horny witch that I… uh, that I get… distracted.”

Marth takes another second to mull over his date’s words. “‘Distracted’? Are you talking about how you stare slack-jawed at my ass whenever I wear yoga pants?”

And just like that, it’s suddenly Trainer’s turn to blush, a dark gray coloring her entire upper half as a waiter sets down the flan. “Y-you knew about that!?”

“How could I not? I caught you drooling once, so I stopped wearing anything else to your classes.” Marth teases the closeted pervert before pulling her in close to his handsome face. “You really are a pervert, huh?”

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” The woman peeps, her heart thumping like wild inside her chest.

“Don’t be. It’s fun to watch you stare. How could I be offended by such a beautiful woman showing interest in my body?”

“I’ve… honestly had feelings for you too, Ms.Trainer. I’m having a hard time looking away from your lips, your eyes… your biceps.” He says as he caresses her nape, watching the blushing woman melt in her seat.

When she can’t imagine the date getting hotter, Marth gives her a deep, deep kiss. As far as she knows, their mouths are locked in a tender embrace for at least ten minutes. Her mind is sent into short-circuit by the gesture.

Wilma Trainer stutters and stammers as the prince’s lips leave her open mouth. After her brain boots back up, she looks at the beautiful man sitting across from her, and makes a decision. “We’re getting our revenge…”

“Mmm?” Marth hums, not quite hearing her vindictive whisper over the sound of his own heart racing. He couldn’t believe he acted so bold back there, it was all he could do to stuff a spoon of flan in his mouth.

Wii Fit Trainer grabs his hand, and speaks a bit more clearly, her gray, pupil-less eyes glowing in the candlelight. “I’ve got an idea for a second date. We’re gonna give those dirty witches a taste of their own magic.”

She almost makes Marth spit out his flan.