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