You know something is wrong; your mind just isn't clear enough to figure out what. The vines gently nudge you forward into Ivy's arms, and her warm hand strokes against your cheek tenderly.

"Oh, darling," she purrs, tucking some hair behind your ear with a cunning smile on her face. "Stop thinking so hard."

The vines brush against your shoulders, and the flowery scent overflows your senses. After a moment, your mind is completely hers again, and she giggles softly.