She tries to pull her out.

Though there was little evidence of plight in the expression on the girl's face, Vivia knelt before the bush to follow her request. The plant did not have thorns, and so she felt safe reaching in to try and grasp one of the girl's limbs, however she could not seem to find the girl within the foliage.

Suddenly, a green vine began twisting around Vivia's arm, holding strong against her attempt to retreat. With wide eyes, she looked back to the girl's face, and found a slight smile twisting her pink lips. Before she knew it several other vines had wrapped themselves around the rest of her limbs, preventing her from putting forth any meaningful struggle.

Vivia cried out in alarm as she was wrestled to the ground, falling face-first into the bush. As her arms were pulled behind her back, she saw the girl really never had much more than a head and upper torso, which was rooted to the ground with the rest of the plants. She had an up-close view of the slender, smooth body, of its greenish complexion and lack of detail.

The shoulders were only vaguely reminiscent of a human's, with no arms, yet upon its chest sat two perky mounds that resembled breasts, with little purple flower buds where nipples would be.

As Vivia stared up from the leafy floor, the plant-girl looked down with a serene smile. She bared her teeth at it, repeatedly testing her bonds with sudden bursts of struggling. The vines held tight, and she abandoned the effort to save her energy.

Soon she felt herself being lifted, and came up off the ground only enough to come closer to the plant-girl, whose head tilted almost humanly. “Let me go, you jungle-whore!” Vivia snarled. The words did nothing, of course, not even evoke a reply.

Slowly, the plant-girl's body stretched towards her, and her face was met with its ample cleavage. Vivia's head was pressed sideways upon its chest, and then the buds there began pulsing like a heart-beat, before quickly releasing a purple mist directly in Vivia's face.

She wrinkled her nose at it, yet found it smelled like the perfume she imagined. She was quickly wary about breathing it, however, as she felt a tingle spread from her lungs to the rest of her body. When the plant-girl finally pulled back, Vivia found her mouth seemed to be drooling excessively, and it wasn't long before... other regions felt wetter as well.

“Drink...” whispered the plant-girl.

Vivia sniffed, blinking her eyes of the mist that lingered before gulping reflexively. “Drink what?” she asked irritably.