(Art by Greasy. I think that’s the name)

Marna and you were recently married, she was a proud and self assured female who confessed her love to you—common in Minotaur culture.

You were walking through a town by the beach, enjoying the “Week of Innocence”, an ancient Taurin tradition that last seven days. In those seven days you cannot engage in any sexual activity for the point is to show that you’re love is true and not just physical.

Marna has been doing everything to test you and today she will be wearing a dress that leaves a generous window to her cleavage. She doesn’t typically do this, but she knows your weaknesses and through out the week she will see if you follow tradition.

“I hope I don’t need to remind of your duty as a husband. I am your wife and if you truly love me you will think with the correct head.” She said firmly as she held your chin, making sure you looked into her eyes.