Suspended a few inches off the ground, in front of this massive flower, she looks almost like an insect caught in a spider's web, the hungry spider just out of view.<br/><br/>The vine at her face takes advantage of the momentary lapse, thrusting itself between her teeth and halfway down her throat in a moment, wiggling and pushing deeper, sliding in and out. The other vines continue to push at her secret holes, as if knowing she can't hold out forever, although she's done an excellent job so far.<br/><br/>A vine slips through the knot in her belt, loosening it, pulling it free. Her belt drops to the ground, and her gi, which wasn't of much use anymore, anyway, falls open.