Slip off her suit.

The intoxicating aroma, the gaping maw, what was left of her thoughts should have driven her away, but the temptation had already addled her mind too much for her to behave rationally. Her last thought before succumbing to the plant's influence was "Better take off my suit first."

She found the release, and once the seal was undone she yanked her space suit off like a young girl about to happily go skinny dipping in a lake. Once the suit was off, she casually stepped over the pit and eased her way in. The tendrils slowly started to wrap around her as she lowered herself into the fluid. While the substance was room temperature, it gave her a warm feeling, like she was slipping into a spicy sauce.

She moaned as the feeling of heat engulfed her, barely noticing as the tendrils wrapped around her, intent on keeping her inside should she for some reason try to leave. Vines circled her limbs and waist, refusing to let any part of her in their grasp to rise. When she let her arms fall to her sides, she found herself unable to lift them. She reached for the sides of the pit to steady herself as she descended, but the plant refused to allow it.

Still high on the plant's scent, she continued lowering herself until she was curled up in the plant's maw. Even her soft squirming as she tried to get comfortable was hampered by the tendrils around her. She soon got used to being restrained as the alluring smell continued to soothe her into accepting it. Finally she settled in, neck deep in the strange nectar.

Unable to move with the vines holding her down, she pretty quickly grew bored. So entranced by the plant's scent, being trapped didn't alarm her. Unable to do anything else, she continued trying to fight the tendrils to get comfortable enough to sleep.

This was interrupted when something rubbed against her leg. She looked down, seeing a new vine of sorts. The end thickened towards the tip, having a long cone shape. Through the syrupy fluid she could make out tiny appendages in a circle on its end that were flailing about. The little fingers tickled her thigh as the tendril's end starts moving across her skin. The limb seemed to slowly scan Serris' body, wandering aimlessly over her flesh.