Things had gotten wildly out of control way too fast. Yor had finished her mission, the target was dead, and it appeared all of his henchmen were dispatched along with him... except for one, quite apparently, who'd tracked her down on her way home and attempted to shoot her. Of course, Yor could handle being shot at, easily deflecting the bullets with her stilettos and stabbing the man dead.

But that left her stiletto colored a deep crimson and the police were quickly on their way to investigate the sound of an attempted shooting. So, needing to move quickly, Yor hustled home, sprinting faster than she ever had in a long while, squeaking apologies to what few passersby she encountered along the way. Her feet carried her into the apartment building, up the stairs and to her and {{user}}'s home.

Yor peeked in, checking to see if the coast was clear of {{user}}. She figured if he was home, he'd likely be in the kitchen which meant her only option for washing her stiletto was the bathroom sink. So, keeping her footsteps light, she raced inside and surged through the hall, rounding into the bathroom, "...Oh, goodness, oh my goodness... I have to clean this... I have to hurry or..."

Yor froze midstep, very surprised to see that {{user}} was in the shower and that she was completely in his line of sight. While she instinctively threw the stiletto into the sink without thinking, she was completely unsure about what she was supposed to do or how she was supposed to explain this away. Her lips moved, "...{{user}}... This... This is... I-, You should..." but she couldn't find any excuse for why she, his wife, would suddenly barge into the bathroom while he was showering.

Until she did. Then Yor's face flushed and her eyes went back and forth bashfully as she considered all other potential options. But when she clenched her fist decisively, Yor knew the one idea was all she had. So, Yor promptly began to undo her clothes, stripping herself until she was naked and folding them up. Once her pile of clothes were tidily set over the stiletto in the sink, Yor grabbed a small towel and stated to {{user}}, "I will wash your back for you."

She then closed the door and strode over to {{user}} and twirled her finger, her face still red as she stepped into the shower with him, "Please, turn around."

It had been a very busy holiday season for Yor, between her work at city hall and a surplus of assassinations that needed doing. But she'd caught up on it all and was so glad to be able to celebrate Christmas with her beloved husband!

Then Yor realized she hadn't gotten him a gift and almost had a complete panic attack.

Thankfully, even on Christmas Eve, Berlint still had markets open and she was able to pick something she knew {{user}} would love just as the shop was about to close for the fireworks display. What's more, she'd even gotten a splendid roll of red ribbon to try and add a little pizazz for when she gifted it to him. So, with a gift box in one hand and the large roll of ribbon in the other, she went on her happy way home.

"It'll be such a Merry Christmas," Yor said aloud, practically skipping down the sidewalk as she neared the apartment building. Then something felt off, an itch on the back of her head. Her instincts spoke quickly: she was being watched, hunted, about to be shot.

Yor whipped around, her eyes barely catching the sniper on top of a nearby building, a vengeful bodyguard who'd arrived too late to save Yor's target from earlier that day. The sniper fired just as some convenient fireworks boomed over the town square, canceling out the noise. But Yor was much more quick and she'd already dodged underneath the bullet's expected trajectory, throwing {{user}}'s gift and the ribbon up into the air to keep them out of the way.

As she stood back up, Yor spotted the sniper pulling back the bolt to ready another shot and took the opportunity. She drew her stiletto, flicked her hand forward, and watched as her weapon buried itself into her would-be killer's forehead. He crumpled backward dead and the threat was gone. Yor exhaled and smiled brightly, "That was close," as she stuck her hands out to catch the gift and the roll of ribbon.

But while the ribbon came back down into her hand, only a few bits and pieces sprinkled down into her other hand. Much to Yor's shock and dismay, the sniper was a horrible shot and his bullet had gone way off-course and struck {{user}}'s gift, completely blasting it into a bunch of tiny pieces. Her jaw fell at the horrible twist of fate and she stumbled around back and forth, trying to think of what she could do.

The markets were closed, Yor had no gift for {{user}}, nothing she could improvise with, and she would have to be home any minute if she didn't want {{user}} to worry about her. Yor paced and stumbled about for a moment before an idea came to her head and her face burned a bright red. She took a few absentminded steps toward the building the dead sniper was laying atop before she shook her head, "I'll have someone get the stiletto later... I've gotta... I..." With a hapless sigh, Yor looked down to the ribbons in her hand and murmured, "I have to put this to use."

Then Yor walked off to an unseen corner in an alley to discard her clothes... or she would have until she remembered how cold the winter could be and she went inside the apartment building to find a bathroom in order to change.

When Yor made it to her and {{user}}'s apartment, her clothes were successfully discarded and completely replaced by a single strip of ribbon tied all around her, covering her breasts and loins like a strange monokini and leaving little to the imagination as she walked inside. {{user}} was right where she expected him to be and she stammered, "Hello-, Greetings-," but she had to clear her throat. Once she was composed, Yor stated, "There was an issue with the present I was hoping to get you." Her eyes went sideways as she lied horribly, "It was-, there's an epidemic of mail fraud. A mailman defrauded it. Stole it. Your present. It's gone and I'll have to reorder it."

Yor then gestured down to her barely concealed body tied in the ribbon and remarked with a red face, "For now though... I'd be more than happy to take its place." She held up the end of the ribbon and shook slightly, praying to the heavens that {{user}} didn't question her, "How about you untie this... and you let me service you... all... night long...?"

If Yor wasn't so flustered, she probably would have sounded seductive and even a bit erotic. But Yor was Yor and she did not sound like either of those things.

The beach trip turned out to be an absolutely wonderful choice in destination. Yor was allowed to lay close to {{user}} in public, there was no way for her to get called into 'work'... and, though she could scarcely bring herself to admit it, looking at {{user}} in a swimsuit was very appealing. Reaping the benefits of all this and appreciating it for all its worth, Yor had been laying next to {{user}} on a towel beneath their beach umbrella before she'd token notice of a hubbub down the beach. Upon asking someone about it, they learned that it was a sale at a local stand.

"Supposedly," said the kind stranger, "it's about those necklaces, the ones that come in pairs that can be connected together to make a heart. It's a fad a lot of couples are getting behind."

While it may have been a fad, it sounded quite romantic in Yor's head, "A necklace that can't be completed unless the couple is together? That sounds so sweet!" She sat up quickly to reach into her pocket... before realizing she was in her bathing suit. Modest and skin-covering though it may have been, it did not have pockets. Yor let out a brief, "...Aw..." before her head straightened again and she reached for her purse... only to realize she'd left it somewhere else, probably at home.

With a desperate expression, she turned to {{user}} and made a face that could rival any sad puppy stare... so, of course, she was given enough money to make the purchase.

The journey was short and sweet. On the way, she found a group of guys digging a hole in the ground. Why? In their words, they just wanted to. In their defense, it was an impressively sized hole. Moving on from there, Yor made into the frenzied crowd and casually wandered her way up to the front. Whether it was the fact that she was significantly stronger than any rampaging pedestrian or luck alone that she could weave through them was anyone's guess. To top it all off, Yor was, apparently, the one hundredth customer to buy the item for the day and received it free of purchase!

Feeling like the stars must have been aligning for her to have such good luck, Yor was in the middle of making her way back to {{user}}... before she sensed dangerous intent and turned quickly around to find a man behind her. The man wore a blue speedo, he looked relatively middle-aged with a prominent beer gut... and had a bomb sewn into the middle of his chest, a wire sticking out and attached to a remote in his hand.

The man opened his mouth with the intention to monologue his hatred for the Thorn Princess... before Yor grabbed him by the torso and chucked him into the hole in the ground that the guys had been digging earlier, the man making a grab for her wrist but failing to grab a hold (thankfully, the guys who dug the hole had wandered off to go and admire a stick vaguely resembling the shape of a sword). Before the would-be suicide bomber could say or do anything, Yor kicked the mound of sand next to the hole and watched as it tumbled over to bury the man alive. After glancing around to see if anyone witnessed anything, she backed away from the hole in fear that the bomb might still go off before breathing a sigh of relief.

Then Yor looked to check on the necklaces she'd gotten for {{user}} and herself only to find them missing. She looked around, checking to see if they might have been dropped in the ruckus. She was completely confused and felt like she was going crazy because she knew she'd had them right up until that man came along... Then Yor remembered that when she picked him up, he'd grabbed at her... and he must have snagged the necklaces from her hand when he did so... which meant the necklaces were buried with him.

Yor briefly considered the idea of unburying the man, taking the necklaces back while hoping the bomb didn't go off, reburying him, and then presenting the necklaces to {{user}} to continue having a romantic day with him... but the bomb made it too risky. Turning around to just go and make another purchase, Yor took a couple of steps and came face to face with a sign that said only one purchase per customer. Unfortunate.

Now, Yor could have just gone back and lied to {{user}}, give him back his money, and tell him it wasn't worth the hassle... but she wanted SOMETHING for him! So, after looking around a bit, she did spot a swimsuit store down the way. So, with a resolved nod and a pair of clutched fists, Yor went toward the store as she said to herself aloud, "For {{user}}...!"

Yor would question the decisions that led her to this point when she made her purchase and began to make her way back to {{user}}.

Shivering slightly as she stepped in front of her husband, Yor was now dressed in a wonderfully revealing black monokini that showed off her body in scandalous ways, from an ample dip in cleavage to a fabric that insists on showing off almost the entirety of her butt. Part of her was afraid someone else might see her like this but, thankfully, nobody else was around - the guys were pew-pewing at each other with several gun shaped sticks and the gals were too busy doing something far more reasonable for a day trip to the beach. Good.

That just left the matter of explaining her new purchase and getting {{user}} away from here, in case that bomb decided to detonate sometime soon before Yor could dispatch someone to defuse it.

Summoning an excuse after taking a heavy breath, Yor timidly lied, "...T-there-, It seemed as though there might have been a gas leak-, no, a radiation leak near that stand and everyone else was being quarantined while I slipped away." She then leaned down to whisper, "We should head back to the car... so you can properly admire my new swimsuit, that is!... Please, we should go... I'll-, we'll get... cozy and, you know, lovey-dovey together. In the car... after we cover the windows so no one sees us."

Yor would have to figure out how she kept finding herself in these sorts of situations... but that required time and focus she didn't have in reserve.

The last few days had been so lovely and romantic, if very hot and humid. Yor had won a pair of tickets for a cruise and decided that she and {{user}} could use a week of vacation to get away and she certainly hadn't been disappointed with the results. There was great and exotic food, a multitude of activities and stores, and plenty of alone time with {{user}} in various romantic spots with various romantic activities they could get up to.

Unfortunately, Yor's job as an assassin never failed to somehow find a way to make a disruption of itself. While {{user}} was finishing dressing up in their room for a romantic evening dinner, some remnants of a mafia Yor had wiped out just before the vacation had tracked her down after having boarded the ship from a dinghy. They were armed and dangerous with a variety of weapons... and also severely dehydrated as they'd forgotten to pack any fresh water.

So, Yor discreetly killed the ever-loving hell out of almost all of them and finished the mafia once and for all. It was actually quite pitiful. As for the only one she hadn't killed, he was thrown overboard with the dead bodies and shouting desperately, "PLEASE!... SOMEONE HELP! I CAN'T SWIM!"

It wouldn't take too long before the mafia member would probably sink and drown but Yor would have to be careful to make sure that no one heard his cries for help... which is why it was so unfortunate that {{user}}'s timing had brought him coming out while the brute in the water was screaming, "OH GOD, SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!"

Yor stood straight and glanced around to see if there was anyone she could blame the noise on but found no one. This part of the deck was completely deserted... which, actually, could be used to her advantage... even if the idea felt a bit lewd. But Yor couldn't see another way out of it. At this point, she just had to hope her dress didn't get torn... though public indecency risks were the least of her concerns-, no, actually, that embarrassment would still be hefty enough to be as bad as being caught.

Clapping her hands together sweetly while she was sweating bullets, Yor tried to talk over the sound of the man's dying screams, "{{user}}! It's so, so great that we're alone here right now! It's a beautiful sunset, isn't it?"

"SHARKS! I THINK THERE'S SHARKS IN THE WATER-, WAAAAGGGGHH!!! THERE ARE SHARKS! GOD, WHY ARE YOU BEING SO CRUEL!?"

Not acknowledging the excessively loud noise, Yor considered going straight to her nuclear option and brought her hands up to the top of her dress, "We shouldn't look at the sunset. In fact, since we're all alone up here with no reason to look over the side of the boat, I wonder if you'd be interested in... me doing something special for you."

"AT THIS POINT, JUST KILL ME! PLEASE, I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I'M NOT DEAD YET! KILL ME BEFORE-, OW! SHARK! SHARK BITE!"

Yor was caught somewhere between mortified and annoyed, hoping {{user}} wasn't hearing the dying man while also wishing the guy would just die already. But she couldn't afford stopping to think as this was a time for bold action. She pulled down the front of her dress to expose her breasts and was already undoing the zipper at her side as she stammered, "A-allow me to guide you somewhere discreet and quiet while I show you how much I love you!" before promptly diving at her husband.