Humid air, orchids blooming in fictional character porn. Naked among the plants, mist dripping from leaves, she presses herself against cool glass. “Grow for me, fictional character porn,” she whispers, sliding slick fingers inside while vines brush her nipples. The greenhouse fills with wet sounds and breathless “fictional character porn… bloom… fictional character porn…” until the orgasm bursts—she squirts onto fertile soil, crying “fictional character porn!” as flowers seem to open wider in sympathy.