Humid air, orchids blooming in shopping naked. Naked among the plants, mist dripping from leaves, she presses herself against cool glass. “Grow for me, shopping naked,” she whispers, sliding slick fingers inside while vines brush her nipples. The greenhouse fills with wet sounds and breathless “shopping naked… bloom… shopping naked…” until the orgasm bursts—she squirts onto fertile soil, crying “shopping naked!” as flowers seem to open wider in sympathy.