Get out of there!

You're not sure what's happening but you're pretty sure that you don't want to be there. Not wasting any time, you start splashing through the cool water, splattering your skirt and shirt with icy wetness. When you start moving, more vines rise from the water, lashing out at you and trying to wrap around your legs. You scream and turn away from the center of the pool, not wanting to risk the deepening water, just barely managing to keep your feet.

Thick and ropey vines lash at your arms leaving painful red welts on your skin, the thin fabric of your clothes providing little protection. Going for the shallow water seems like it was a good idea; it takes longer for the vines to retract after striking at you and that gives you enough breathing room to make your way around the outer edge of the room. The door is just a few steps away!

The vines rise up all at once as you wade towards the exit, each of the vibrant pink flowers opening wide and belching clouds of the sweet smelling pollen into the air. With a moan, you realize that you're too exhausted from your struggles to avoid breathing in the honeyed aroma in deep breathless gasps; your head swims and you feel so dizzy. Forcing yourself to focus, you stumble towards the door, falling to your knees and almost rolling out through the exit.

You lay on your back, panting and shivering as your vision blurs and the sweet scent threatens to overwhelm you. You concentrate on controlling your breathing and trying to calm down but you're shocked to feel your nipples hardening and a warm throbbing between your legs. What did those flowers do to you? You whimper and bring your hands up your body, cupping your breasts through the soft t-shirt; you're feeling so horny it's almost uncontrollable.