The plant woman laughed openly,<strong> "Call off my vines?  No my dear, why would I do that?  I think I'd rather lash you to the ground and let my vines explore your body, squirming in and out of your every nook and cranny, leaving my special seed inside of you.  If you're strong enough afterwards, I'll let you go then and you can spread that seed to another part of my jungle  But just letting you go?  No I think not, you've certainly offered nothing of value in item or even information.  So..."</strong><br/><br/>She sighed wistfully,<strong>"I guess I'll have to take my payment for your intrusion and impertinence out on the only thing I see you have of any value, your flesh."</strong><br/><br/>With that she snapped her fingers and vines began snaking their way quite quickly from the edges of the clearing as well as bursting forth from the ground, fresh loamy soil falling from their green lengths.  Erillia couldn't help but notice that these vines seemed to look especially 'slimy' and she had no doubt as to the reason why.  There are far too many vines to make an escape seem anything more than a pipe dream, but it is an option.  But it looks like Erillia is about to succumb, thankfully the plant woman seems to have no interest in killing or imprisoning her.