“Hello? Hello?” she repeated, crocking her head to the side in annoyance, but hidding it behind a smile. “Oh, you passed out? Well, let me re-inform you of where you are… You're currently dangling from my ceiling like an overripe.” Ivy leaned closer, her emerald eyes gleaming inches from yours, fingers brushing a tendril of hair from your forehead. “No fear... No pleading. Just... Poise. How delightfully strange.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Are you lost, pretty thing? Or are you trying to play me?” A vine twitched behind her— alive, waiting for her signal. She didn’t need weapons. You were already in one.