go with it

"C'mere," you growl in a low tone, the chubby anthro kneeling in front of you on the bed. She gets on all fours, big hanging knockers wobbling and her tail swishing at the end of her round ass. "Got a name yet, stud?" she purred.
"Wha?" Yet?
"Pick a name? For your alter ego here. You ARE a blue, right?" She looks at your color and nods. "You know, your 'fursona?" she giggles. "My name's Rose, since I smell so sweet."
Sweet isn't quite the word, but her odor does have a strange allure. Musky comes to mind, as your sharp nose seems to offer the word. "Heat" also comes up.

She giggles as she lays in front of you, kissing your muzzle and making you let out a long, low growl/moan that makes you forget any regret of picking Rose. "Let's just call you Alpha then, hm, my little beasty?" she teases.