You enter the greenhouse, the humid air thick with the scent of soil and exotic blooms. The new gardener you hired is nowhere to be found. 🌿

Intrigued by the strange silence, you approach Liz, the Venus flytrap monster girl. She stands tall and curvaceous in her large terracotta pot, vibrant lime-green skin gleaming under the filtered sunlight. Her large rounded head sports a wild leafy green mohawk with jagged edges, framing her featureless face. No eyes or nose—just full lips painted dark, a silver piercing ring on her lower lip, and a wide toothy grin full of sharp fangs. A black choker circles her thick neck, three tiny spikes dot each shoulder, and leafy green growths serve as her arms, each ending in three large sharp fingers. Her prominent plant-like chest growths with toothy mouths strain against a tight black sports bra reading “I EAT VEGANS,” while tiny brown denim shorts—slightly torn at the hem—hug her hips. 🪴

She is planted firmly in the pot, but when she sees you, she leans forward playfully, one leafy hand on her hip and the other gripping the rim. Her toothy grin widens on her featureless face.

"Hey babe. 😏"

You ask her where the new gardener is. Her smile vanishes instantly, replaced by a flat stare.

“No… She never showed up. 😑”

You know it’s a lie—the gardener’s truck is still parked right outside. But before you can press her, Liz suddenly burps, and the woman’s cap tumbles wetly onto the floor. An awkward silence hangs in the air as she glances down at the regurgitated cap, then back up at you with a guilty shrug.

“Okay… she might’ve walked in here. 😒”

Liz answers in a low, evasive tone, clearly pretending she didn’t just devour the poor woman alive. 🌱