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