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