"Very well... Then let us take a page from Puck's tome."<br/><br/>When the woman says the word<em>tome</em>, the rumbling in the ground turns into an explosion of thick, slick green vines, braided together in varying degrees of thickness. The vines seem to fill the whole glade, gently lifting each of your lovers up off the ground- even Tock, which is impressive in and of itself- and then position vines against your lovers' sexes and asses alike. Obviously, Tock's vines are the thickest... but a quick look around gives you the distinct impression that all of your lovers will be getting their fill. And judging by the pressure against your own "dirty" hole, you're going to get as good as you're giving.<br/><br/>"Now, my lover... These vines aren't attuned to me, but to you." She smiles and lowers herself down to kiss you on your forehead, before straightening back and falling into her own bed of vines. "They will mirror your passions as best they can... meaning that if you are slow and tender, then so will they be. But if you are a bit more... exuberant... in your embrace, then they will be so as well."<br/><br/>As you look on, a new vine rises up and positions it against Sunleaf's ring-piece... and it almost seems to be quivering in anticipation as the nymph bares herself to you.<br/><br/>"It is your choice, my mortal love."