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