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