"This is it."

The words rung in both of their minds, though neither of them spoke. Weylen had his back to the wall - literally, and somewhat figuratively - his heart racing in his chest. Standing before him was Maria - and not much hiding her, seeming to only be clad in a red robe with white trim. It was barely held open by the dangerously loose sash, only just keeping her decent enough to reel in should her advances fail, or should things go the other way...

"Weylen."

Hearing his name break the silence, the teenage wolf almost jumped slightly, his eyes having wandered. He gulped to clear the frog in his throat, even shaking his head a little. "...Y-yes, Miss An-" Ah. Right. She wanted him to call her by her first name. "...Maria?"

"...You're a very special young man. You know that?" The older otter continued. "...I can tell you've been through a lot. I can tell that you're confused - if not afraid, even - with the things going on in your life right now. I want you to know that there's no shame in that, and that if you ever need anything from me...just talk to me, okay?" Her previously seductive, nigh-predatory face having softened up to a more serious, even concerned expression.

...That's it? No, there had to be more. "...Okay, ma'am." He put on a nervous smile and nodded, though his eyes wandered a bit. "...So, why are you-?"

Maria smiled once again, though it was more warm than the previous one. "Because, Weylen...I think you deserve somethign special. Very special...~" She winked, bending her elbows to lean in closer, the loosely-tucked sash threatening to give way and expose the woman to the wolf at any moment. "I want to give you everything a boy your age could want, dear. A woman's body. My body." She leaned in closer. "Me."

Weylen had a suspicion for some time now, and her actions earlier today only reinforced it. This, though? A blatant admission like that? It seemed...almsot out of character. He forced himself through the shock, pulling his jaw back into place before speaking. "...D-...do you mean...?" He started, a slow nod answering for him.

"Absolutely. Anything you want to try. Anything you want to know. Anything you want me to do. No tricks. No manipulation. No emotional baggage." A not-so-subtle jab at some of the others who seemed to like giving Weylen plenty of...'attention'. "All you have to do is one thing - aside from not telling everyone, of course." She giggled, looking at him through her small glasses.

"...And...what's that?"

Maria smirked again, standing a little straighter - more or less presenting Weylen the sash to her loose robes, the top barely containing breasts that easily put the girls in the wolf's class to shame, and the hanging portion of which kept other things hidden from sight. "Reach out and take it. If you aren't ready, or you don't want to...then just say so, and we can just go back to how things were. I won't push you, and you don't have to feel guilty. Just do what will make you happy."

Weylen paused, thinking to himself - then Maria spoke up once more.

"You deserve to choose what makes you happy, dear; at least this one time, the choice is yours."