She gives the creature an angry glare. She was sure he would approve of anything up in that dressing room. Before the witch could even respond to his offer, the steps she stood on began to grind and move like a machine. She grabs the railing to avoid falling as falling down an endless flight of stairs would do little for her health.

There was little she could to do to stop or resist these events. To go against this being was to go against his entire realm, a realm that defied all logic and sense. Her proof of that point came into view, a giant dome structure filled with an entire jungle. She did not want to know what his plants were like, especially if they are anything like that mirror. Doing her best to smooth her skirt, tugging at it to cover as much of her body as possible, she follows after him into the 'garden'.

Icelus made his way deeper into the domed jungle, his clawed feet sinking easily into the moist, soft earth. Each step took them further and further into the strange chamber with impossible dimensions, the sounds of buzzing and calling wildlife slowly surrounding them as the jungle seemed to grow across the path as soon as their feet left the ground behind them.

“Don’t you just love the jungle air?” he looked over his shoulder back to her, “There’s just something… something bracing about it…” he took a deep breath for melodramatic effect, “Something…”

A claw taps his chin lightly, “Nevermind that, I’m bored. Someone do something…” he sighed.

A few slender, fibrous vines snapped out from either side of the path, snaking around her ankles.

She was not in the mood to deal with his dramatic acts. The witch doubts he really even cares about this room. If was not satisfied, he could change it just like any other. The humid air left her pale skin glistening with sweat as she continues to follow the being along the path. It did not take long to lose all sense of direction as the path continues to close behind them.

At the mention of boredom, she heard the plants rustling around her as vines lash out at her ankles. She grits her teeth in annoyance. Dream or not, she was not going to just let this happen. With a quick incantation, she brough a spark of flame to her fingertips. With a swipe of her hand, she lashes the flame out towards the fines, attempting to burn and sever the attacking appendage.

“Well, well, well… interesting…” he smirked, looking back over his shoulder. With a wave of his hand, a gnarled willow began to sprout from the moist ground behind him, twisting itself into a throne. He reclined, watching the flames from her fingertips burn away the vine tendrils.

“I’m rather curious as to why you didn’t make use of this earlier… Metal is rather prone to heat conduction, so even the smallest of flames would have likely would have rendered Alrazi’s cold form inert. Of course, your hands were initially bound, but they were released… What does it say that you’d rather beg me to stop than calm yourself and come to a simple and logical solution?” he taps his chin as he ponders aloud.

“Ah well, we’ll have to make things more interesting….”

With a snap of his fingers, the ground began to shudder. A large orange flower blossomed from the earth on her right, a violet twin on her left. The vines twisted together around the stem of the flower, the phallic stamens twisting as it bristled and grew, a torso and arms of corded vines and thick plant-life emerging from the earth. Each let out a piercing scream as it began to pull its throbbing, growing form from the dirt.

There were a few reasons why she could not use her magic then. Her body was frigid making it hard to concentrate. Heating metal that is in contact with her skin could be less than favorable. And finally, she could not cast magic while it was plunging it's body into her body over and over again.

Kanoe glares at him before nearly losing her footing to the sudden shuddering of the ground she stood on. She watches as plant beasts began to form and try to uproot from the ground. This thing has got to be kidding her. Immediately she began chanting as she brings both hands facing outwards towards the violet plant. Her thumb and first finger were touching as a swirling flame forms in the small diamond opening. With a sharp cry, she swipe both her arms outwards sending forth an arcing wave of flame towards the struggling plant. At this point she did not care if this burned the bloody jungle along with it. She needed to take them out before they get moving.

The violet blossom split open and let out a piercing shriek as the arc of flame cut through it, splitting the thing violently in half, connected only by sticky green runners of some strange living liquid. It thumped to the wet ground, still writhing as the two halves spurted further vines, anchoring it back to the ground. The singed, open wounds in the body of the plant-being throbbed as they sucked in moisture and nutrients from their exposure to the dark earth, the body seeming to regain strength.

The orange plant pulled itself fully from the earth, its body slumped forward in an animalistic pose, the flower of its head splitting open and giving a harsh screeching cry.

“Ooooh, now this is getting interesting…” Icelus applauded.

"Tch!" the shrieks tear into her ears as the giant plant burns and splits in half. The sight was disgusting as green fluids leak all over the ground. But the thing still was not dead. It rooted itself back into the ground and seemed to be regenerating. This was not good at all.

Turning quickly, she sees the other one was up and ready to attack like a vicious animal. The dark witch chants once more as she swipes her arm upwards, leaving behind a rising arc of flame running over the ground towards the orange plant. If they will just root into the ground, she will have to disable them both and then burn their entire bodies into ash. It was her only option.

The orange flower let out another cry before the thick trunk of its body was enveloped by flames, it’s silhouette dancing in pain in the spell’s flickering light before falling to the ground in a heap of ash, the ends of each of its limbs dripping that same liquid into the earth. The shoulders and hips rooted themselves into the ground with twisting tendrils, the right arm lashing out and wrapping its tendril-like fingers around her ankle.

The top half of the violet plant-thing pulled itself from the earth once more, no longer humanoid, misshapen and sprouting several other limbs with curling claw-like appendages. The bottom half pulled a blooming white flower from the earth, letting out another shrieking cry as the two of them continued their approach.

"Again?!" she shivers as the plants screech and uproot themselves once more. Their forms were mangled and another flower had joined them. The witch moves to the side to keep all three plants infront of her and within her vision. Mana flares, boiling the blood in her veins as she kept channeling the wonderful power she had in her possession.

The skin on her hands were now a light crimson from the backlash of her own attack spells. She had little time to worry about small injuries with those creatures and large claws continue to come closer. The dark witch extends her arm out as flames lick across her finger tips, swirling and growing into a small orb. With a brief shudder of pain, the bolt shot forth from her hand towards the two flowers that will explode on impact.

The two flower-heads barely let out a gasp before the white blossom burst like an overripe melon, the body split almost in two, halved down to the hips, each half spurting that thick, saturated green liquid across the dirt. Vines snapped out from the trunk, lashing the twin halves and pulling them back together, a pair of pink flowers blooming on the chest and springing open with no apparent loss of vigor.

A canary yellow flower sprouted from the end of the hand wrapped around her ankle as the limb pulled itself from the earth, supporting itself on the end of a number of slender vines. The two legs pulled themselves together, a bright blue bud forming upon the hips, surrounded by snapping green tendrils as it lumbered forward. The shoulder-end of the remaining arm birthed an orange blossom, moving forward on the finger-tips of what was once a hand as it neared her.

Kanoe's body glistens with sweat from a mixture of humidity and exertion. Her breasts heave against the tight fitting dress with each deep breath she took. She gasps as a vine wraps around her ankle, keeping her from moving away as the strange plant monsters kept coming at her. Her heart was racing as thoughts of what they will do to her when they finally catch her floods her mind. The witch had to get out of here.

"Get away from me!" she growls, throwing a quick bolt of flame at the one approaching her. The blasted things seemed to be regenerating even faster than she could damage them now. Panic creeps up on her, will this ever end?

The “arm” of the pink-flowered creature burst into a pulpy green mess as the firebolt it it, still sizzling from the impact as the green gelatin seemed to bubble, yet another flower with long, probing stamens blossoming on the end of what used to be a “wrist.”

The yellow flower curled around her calf like a serpent, long slender tendrils sneaking up beneath the high hemline of her dress, searching with cold, rubbery ivy. The pair of legs with the sky blue flower lurched toward her, pressing up against her legs as the thick tendrils emerging form the hips snapped fast around her waist and held her steady. The ambulatory arm with the orange blossom grabbed her other ankle, crawling its way up her thigh with a firm, fibrous grip.

Icelus picked himself up out of his throne, patting the pink-flowered abomination on the shoulder, walking between the pink and the violet.

“You take care of our guest, I’m going for a drink,” he smirked, the pink and violet creatures pulling themselves towards her.

"N-No!" she gasps and struggles against the vile plant monster, "Come back here! Get this thing off of me! Let me go! Please.."

Shivers ran down her spine as she felt the cool tendrils of the flower's explore up thighs and into her dress. She tries to kick them away and nearly falls off balance only to feel more tendrils wrap around her waist and pulls her close to the blue flower. Her hands uselessly beat against the moist plantlife, trying to push it away as they continue to crawl up her legs.

"St-Stop it.."

She could hear the rough grind of stone across stone as the oculus that acted as an entrance to the dome spiraled shut, leaving her alone with the plants. Icelus chuckled slightly as he made his way down the long staircase, pondering his options for a refreshment as he left his jungle menagerie to take care of the young witch.

The three pink flowers on the hydra-like plant split open and let out a feral yowl, pouncing upon her shoulders as the bulbs bobbed up and down around her face on thick stalks, the bright-yellow stamens curling out like searching fingers from the center of the flowers.

The blue torso-plant shoved her backwards, holding her upright in its slender but strong vines as it shoved her towards a tree, walking in jerky steps on its stumpy, gnarled legs.

Meanwhile, the yellow-blossomed plant curled up, its vines fixing themselves around her thighs as the flower pressed up against her sex, the stamens cool as the slid across her tender slit, exploring gently. The orange-flowered disembodied arm picked its way under her dress, its fingers scrambling for surface on her belly as it crawled steadily upwards

"Ugh.." pieces of bark dug into her back as the blue plant shoves her up against it. Her hands fumble at the tendrils that held her but she was already growing weary. Her fingers stung with slight burns from her magic as she grips and tries to pull the appendages off of her.

Her body shudders as the flowers growl and roar at her face. The things sounded like they were going to eat her at any moment. She gasps suddenly as she feels something tickling along her nether lips gently. The witch did her best to close her thighs as thin ripples could be seen beneathe her dress. The things were going to rape her just like that mirror. How long will that monster leave her in her with these things?