A flower.

In response, the plant-girl's vines pushed Vivia down toward its base: a smooth and slender trunk or stem that resembled a waist. In the bushy foliage lower than that, however, it didn't appear to have legs, but where they would join was a little pink bud.

As she was brought uncomfortably close to it, the bud quickly bloomed into a thin flower with large pink petals that glistened as they spread. While she was distracted by the sight, the vines dragged her face directly into it, mashing her nose and lips against the blossom.

Vivia was held in the rough bush that poked her wherever the vines hadn't surrounded her, stubbornly keeping her mouth shut as it was pressed into the slimy floral slit. She was unable to see anything but the plant-girl's base, and her labored breaths brought in only the heavy scent of whatever the flower secreted.

“Drink...” came the same command. Vivia was unable to reply, yet noticed the translucent, slimy secretions were pouring over her face slowly. It smelled sweet, like the mist from its chest, yet differed slightly in an almost intoxicating way.

Her mouth still watered, and she had the urge to lick her lips, but they were covered by the flower. She couldn't stop wondering if it tasted as sweet as it smelled...