She goes to her home.

Mari stands in awe of her new professor's home. She grips the strap of her backpack, and stares perhaps a little too long at the metal gate between the tall brick fence. It surrounds the perimeter of a house much larger than she expected when she heard she lived alone. Next to the gate is a little doorbell, which she eventually works up the courage to push. Ding dong!

A stone path leads through beautiful flowers before stopping at the front door of the house itself. It creaks open, and Adeline stands there wearing nothing but a red velvety bath robe, loosely tied in the front--enough to keep it closed, but certainly not enough to cover the cleavage of her bust. It's even more distracting now than it was in her dress. She makes her way slowly towards the gate with bunny slippers to keep her feet clean. By the looks of it, she recently finished a shower but the glistening in her hair as she steps beneath the sunlight. Yet somehow, she still looks perfect, as if she was prepped and ready for a fancy party. This is her natural state.

Ms. Chevalier turns the gate open with a welcoming smile and beckons a hand behind her. "Welcome, Mari. Please come."

Without words, Mari nods and steps inside. Her eyes take in the view of her home's exterior. Around to the side, she sees a lounge chair next to a table. One could do as they please here without every being bothered. The fence is far too tall for anyone to see.

"Ah yes. That's where I sunbathe. It's so relaxing, especially with a nice drink," the woman explains. "Perhaps if your test scores improve, we'll lay out beneath the sun together. Don't worry. Nobody can see, so you can even do so in the nude as I do, if you like."

So she does! "Oh I d-don't know about that."

Adeline chuckles. "I'm only teasing. I know it isn't for everyone. Come inside, please. Before it starts getting cool outside."

The two enter into a modest living room. Mari is gestured to sit upon the sofa facing a rather large television. All the furniture is a dark, polished wood, including the coffee table in center which holds a lovely potted plant covered in blossoming flowers. She removes her backpack and places it side while her eyes watch the barely clothed Ms. Chevalier step around the room in search of different items she may need for the lesson. The poor Mari can't help but consider how easily it could slip off, and what she may look like beneath. She wants to touch the softness of her hair, or maybe have the woman's gentle hands touch hers.

"Take this textbook," says Adeline as she holds out a rather hefty tome. "And open it to page two-hundred and eleven. Please."

"All right." Mari nods and does as she's instructed. She leans back on the comfy couch and stares down at the book resting over her lap.

"... Now. This." It happens again. She bends down, but even moreso now given the lack of a desk. With her wearing nothing but a bath robe, it's an absolute miracle they're staying in, albeit barely. Any wrong move and those puppies are free. They're so big--perfectly firm, perky yet somehow real--and the softness of her coat caresses her skin in a way that looks so comfortable and pleasant. She looks down, however, at Adeline's finger upon the left page of the book. "--Are you listening?"

"S-Sorry!" Mari blurts out.

She chuckles. "Don't worry, Mari. I'm a patient woman. Here, look." She slides her finger down along the paper, though given the book is laying on Mari's lap, the implications are incredibly distracting. If the textbook wasn't there, her hand would be in a place far more alarming. She caresses along the paper, eventually sliding two fingers along the slit between the pages in a way where Mari can't pull her eyes away.

Even worse, she can't move. Her face is burning red. Her breaths are shaky and loud. A tingle runs through her body as she knows the embarrassing truth--that she's getting wet. She pulls her thighs more tightly together and tries not to completely lose her cool.

Finally, Adeline sighs. She pulls herself back up and opts to side beside the girl instead. "Hey, Mari. May I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Oh. N-No. We broke up several months ago."

"I see. I'm sorry to hear that. But... Ah, to be frank, are you attracted to boys then?"

This question catches Mari off guard. "I'm not sure," she answers without thinking.

"I see." She smiles. "I apologize. The way I've been acting has been inappropriate."

"What? No, no."

"Yes, yes. See, I didn't assume you to be attracted to girls. It makes sense to me now, why you've been so distracted. Why your face is so read. I've been acting so freely around you, but I sometimes forget how alluring I can be. Honestly, your reaction has been so cute, if I may be frank. But the last thing I wanted to do was make you uncomfortable."

At this point, Mari's face is as lit up as a Christmas tree light. She doesn't know what to say, or what to think. She's never been confronted about this before, not even by herself. Now a woman, not much older than herself, and the most beautiful she's ever seen, is sitting beside her and asking the question she's been too afraid to answer. For some reason, however, it's not discomfort she feels. In fact, she's never felt more at-ease in a strange way she can't explain. Her lips quiver as she tries to speak. "You're so... beautiful," she barely utters.

Adeline stares back into her eyes. "That's so funny."

"... Wh-What?" The response surprises her.

"When I first saw you, I thought the same thing," she says with a sweet smile and a giggle.

Mari swears that upon hearing that, she actually felt the pierce of Cupid's heart straight through her chest.