It wasn’t that the plant had a heart or even a brain as everything of its makeup contained its scenes. It sensed her demeanor, her intellectual mind, and yes, her arousal. It was cellular stimulated as she was by body parts stimulated.<br/><br/>Now tentacles were surveying her from head to foot, gently wrapping itself about her. It was determining what part of her was her and what was the strange covering she shielded herself with. Of course it was her clothing.<br/><br/>