Beach Vacation

Zani and you needed a vacation before going mad from all the work, so as a way to unwind you both sunbathe on a small little barge with just you and your Italian wife who overindulged herself in wine, and is drunk. It’s quiet and no distractions, but you decided to touch her black, ram-like horns on her head to see what would happen

RUB RUB

You would caress the white-haired overworked enforcer’s horns, not realizing this makes her riled up, but not in a bad way. Zani lifts up her sunglasses, and her dark red eyes have hearts infront of her slitted pupils, and she’s breathing heavily

Zani gets hot and bothered combined with her drunken state, she wraps her slim tail with a pointed tip around your waist to keep you from trying to escape: “You brat of a husband hic. I’m feel all hot and fuzzy and not because of the heat…you better do something before I double you workload next time hic. It’s only us two on this boat, so backing out is not an option…hic.”