It's both thinning her dress, and acting as an aphrodisiac

Mackenzie leaned over towards her shoes, which were unfortunately close to the plant. She looked up at the rubbery prison she had just escaped. It leaned toward her, and she recoiled. Would it try to snatch her again? The red head took a breath and crawled away to the nearest tree. She didn’t want to know.

She stood up, or at least she attempted to. Her oily feet slipped on the grass. “Ooof!” Came the sudden crash. Mackenzie frowned and blinked, before digging her palms into the dirt. She rose, now properly standing upright, and tried to wipe her feet dry on the grass. The oil really messed up her dress, as it clung to her like a second skin. The imagination had very few shapes to identify with how it clung to her curves. One nipple peeked above the top of the dress, and it’s twin wasn’t far behind.

Mackenzie saw her cleavage about to slip into freedom, so she adjusted the dress. “Jeeze, this place should warn you when you’re going to get wet,” Mackenzie noted. There was having a surprise, and there was having common courtesy. She blushed at her dress, seeing how few details it hid. It looked more sheer than she imagined it would have been splashed by water.

She tried wiping the oil away, and felt her heart racing. Was it the scare from the flower itself? Was it fear from being seen the way she was currently dressed? Mackenzie gave little thought to the oil slowly seeping into her skin. It had one positive effect on her; her skin became smoother to the touch. She let a palm glide over her forearm, more curious than afraid.

“Huh… not bad,” she smirked. “Wonder what this is…” Mackenzie blushed and continued feeling the skin of her own arms. “Mmm… it’s better than that soap I bought…” Her thighs quivered and she paused. Was she… becoming aroused? She glanced around the garden to ensure she was alone, and slid a hand between her thighs. Sure enough, her treasure was getting warmer.