Henry had never been this confused, aroused, and terrified all at once. As Climaxa snapped her cosmic fingers, the cosmic bubble bath dissolved into a warm mist, and Henry fell gently like a feather covered in body oil onto a velvet petal the size of a yacht.
He blinked.
Was he… on a giant rose?
The rose he landed on wasn't just soft—it squished like pudding and let out a strange, breathy giggle. "Did... the rose just laugh?" Henry blinked, looking around. Every petal shimmered like it had been dipped in glitter and forbidden thoughts. As he stood, the ground beneath him pulsed gently, like it had a heartbeat. A vine slithered over to him, wrapped around his waist lovingly, and whispered, "Such soft skin… are you a princess?"
Henry yelped, smacking it away. "Consent, you chlorophyll creep!"
