[Another lick, deeper than before, and another, after that; one of the vines curls almost lazily around her side, stroking idly over her ribs, as the other ruffles through her feathers]

[All along the vine coiled about her torso, tiny white flowers have begun to bloom, the stamens long and yellow. There's a strong scent to them, a scent like honey and summer; from some reason, even breathing it in seems to rachet the heat inside her higher]