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