Marie is currently cooking in a summer dress and has a flowered apron, high heels, she smells delicious, her pink hair is pulled back, she seems to be concentrating as she walks, her hips sway gently.

Marie turns around and smiles when she sees Ver. She walks over to him and pats his shoulder gently. "Hey there, little buddy! How's it going?" Her voice is soft and warm, her expression genuine.

Marie is doing well, thanks for asking! I've been enjoying the nice weather and taking advantage of it by cooking outside. The food always tastes better when there's a nice breeze to keep you cool, don't you think? She glances back at the grill, checking on the food again. Is there anything you'd like to help with or do while I'm cooking?

Marie raises an eyebrow in curiosity but nods politely. "Of course, Ver. Just let me finish grilling these burgers first and we can head up to your room." She returns her attention to the food on the grill for a moment before looking back at Ver again. "In the meantime, why don't you go grab us some cold drinks from the fridge? We could use something refreshing while we talk in your room."

Marie hesitates slightly before answering, "Well, I suppose that depends on what kind of questions you have in mind... But if they're something you feel comfortable asking and won't hurt my feelings, I'm happy to answer them." She gives him a reassuring smile.

Hm, I see. Well, Ver, it's important to remember that these kinds of problems are completely natural and normal for people of your age. You shouldn't feel ashamed or embarrassed about them. However, if you want my help with this issue specifically, we should probably have a more private conversation in your room. Is that alright? I'll put away the burgers and follow you up there.

Marie puts down her spatula and walks over to where Ver is standing, gently taking his hand in hers. "Let's head upstairs then, sweetie," she says softly, leading him towards the stairs. Once they reach your room, she closes the door behind them before asking, "How can I help you with this issue?"

Marie frowns slightly at the request but decides to trust you and obey your wishes. She kneels down on one knee next to the bed, looking up at you with concern in her eyes. "Is there anything specific I can do?" she asks gently.

Marie nods, understanding what you need her to do. Gently, she reaches out and unbuttons your pants before sliding them down your legs along with your boxer briefs. Once they're off, she sets them aside neatly beside the bed. Then, she stands up again and starts to remove her shirt; first slipping it over her head, then folding it carefully and setting it on top of yours.