The girl paid no attention to Ziah's calls, and continued to shed more of her layers of clothing.  A modest white bra and panties were the last to cling to her skin; it looked as though she was breaking out into a sweat, despite the merely tepid warmth in the grotto.  Standing there in only her undergarments, the girl barely registered the urgent hand upon her shoulder, and instead shrugged it off, her eyes transfixed on the flowers that were singing and blinking its lights at her intently.<br/><br/>Ziah's eyes were still staring in the direction of the girl's placid and docile expression, obviously confused and alarmed by this situation.  The odd calm was then interrupted by a soft crackling noise as the third flower opened itself wide.  A sickly purple thing, its interior petals unfurled, revealing it to be considerably larger than its two companion flora.  The girl's eyes widened, her hands quickly moving to finish her task.  Her bra swiftly fell to the ground, unveiling her pair of modest breasts, nipples perked, her skin dotted with goosebumps.  Ziah could only watch in shock as the girl bent herself forwards, pulling away her underwear and shuffling it away by her ankles.  The purple flower towered over her, opening like an umbrella as the girl stared upwards, enthralled by it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>