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