She just barely misses the edge of the ledge, and the dreaded feeling of falling fills her. Her fall is stopped short after only ten feet, though, by the strong vine holding onto her. Now held upside down, her kimono flowing downward, revealing her panties, the vine continues to wrap around her legs, slowly lifting her into the air as it grows shorter with each wrap, feeling like a snake, writhing its way up her body. Reaching her panties, it slides the end of the vine underneath them, as if seeing a warm, wet place to hide.