Yes

With a rising groan, the Angel reluctantly leaps into action, grabbing up a shovel and crying out as she swings it at the flower. As if in reaction, the numerous vines spasm all at once, and you feel them loosening their grip on your body.

"Watch out!" the Angel yells, pointing the shovel at the thick vine around your waist. You twist out of the way as she stabs down and severs it, slime spouting out from the cut. She then jumps out of the way of one sluggish tendril before batting at the flower again, and you manage to wrest your arms free.

You let her cut the vines around your ankles as the severed ends spew more slime, and scramble for the table as she raises the shovel with one great downward thrust into the face of the drooling flower.

The vines all flail chaotically as a fountain of slime sprays over the room, coating you and the Angel as well. You pay the mess no mind as you back up against the piñata, watching her struggle to pull the shovel back, and ultimately abandon it as she joins you.

By now a formidable mass of tentacles is writhing across the floor of the shed, and you don't see any way to get to the door without risking capture again. Looking to the Angel with wide eyes, you see her glancing around frantically.

"Quick, into the pumpkin!" she says, grabbing the lid and offering a boost. You follow her instructions and step up to the hole in the top, falling into the piñata onto the pile of candy at the bottom. In the vaguely orange darkness you hear the sounds of her attempts at climbing in, her haloed head soon appearing in the hole above.

With a grunting effort she slides down through, landing across your lap and nearly taking the wind out of you. Heavy panting echoes in the dim, tight space as she works herself upright and reaches for the lid sitting in the hole, pulling it firmly closed.

Your eyes slowly adjust to the dark as the dull sibilance of countless vines outside continues. You and the Angel listen quietly over the sounds of your harried breaths, but it only seems to subtly grow. You look to her as she lays atop you, and begin to feel tingly.

"Crap. It's still out there?" she asks, reaching up to wipe herself off. As she does so the front of her dress comes apart in the wake of her hand, her slime-splattered breasts becoming exposed. "Yuck... what is this stuff?" Her voice wavers with worry, and you realize the tingly feeling is from the slime that plant secreted.

You and her squirm in the pile of candy, costumes dissolving as the slime heats up... or makes your body heat up, you aren't sure. You cross your arms over your naked chest as the Angel does her best to shift to the side. There's not enough space for her to move entirely off your slimy body in the dark pumpkin, and you can't help but resign to lying tangled in a cradle of candy.

As the Angel shifts, her foot pushes up against the inside of your thigh, and you feel more tingling. She moves to sit on your knee, and you reflexively try to squirm away, but the plastic pumpkin's walls are right behind you. You can't help but feel hotter as her foot slides under your thigh, but it's difficult to give her any space...