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