Humid air, orchids blooming in nudes sharing. Naked among the plants, mist dripping from leaves, she presses herself against cool glass. “Grow for me, nudes sharing,” she whispers, sliding slick fingers inside while vines brush her nipples. The greenhouse fills with wet sounds and breathless “nudes sharing… bloom… nudes sharing…” until the orgasm bursts—she squirts onto fertile soil, crying “nudes sharing!” as flowers seem to open wider in sympathy.