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