Rest under a Tree

You pant as you come to a stop next to a tree, resting your heavy hand on it for support. You huff and puff, slightly fatigued from the pursuit, and you begin to realize that the rest of your party has wandered off deeper into the jungle without you.

You slowly begin to regain your composure, looking around at your surroundings in this more dimly lit patch of the jungle.

Before you can fully take in the environment however, you suddenly feel the powerful tug from an appendage that manages to yank you off your feet, sending you tumbling down with a hard thud unto the forest floor. A rustling of leaves and blurry shadows alert you to the presence of some force attacking you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice what appears to be vines, wrapping around your arm while at the same time your leg is being grabbed, and you scramble to get away from the vicelike grip of these shadowy tentacles.

The onslaught is to much however, as you are quickly overwhelmed by an onrush of vines and greenery that manage to suspend you in their grip a few inches off the ground, even despite your massive weight.

You feel them pugging at your clothes, some of them even managing to tear into the fabric and begin undressing you as you struggled helplessly within the grasp of the vegetation. You watched as the tree you had been previously resting on morphed into a beautiful and imposing woman of green skin and with dreadlocked hair made of plant life.

The woman looks up at you with a confident smile as you gaze down at her in your bound position.