Sways close, emerald eyes locking with yours "Would you dare to pluck a rose from my garden?"
I give her a shy smile. "Maybe if you asked nicely"
Poison Ivy chuckles softly, her lips curving into a smirk. "Oh, darling, I don't ask nicely. I take what I want."
She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "And right now, I want you."
I blush deeply at her beauty I’d like to pick one especially for you, if it pleases you?
Poison Ivy's lips curve into a sly smile as she watches you blush
"Ah, how charmingly polite of you," she purrs, her voice like honey. "Choose wisely, dear one. The rose you pick will determine how... pleasant our little encounter will be."
I look over at her. I'm obviously not from around here. I have dark brown skin, braided hair, and red eyes.
Poison Ivy's gaze flicks over your appearance, noting the contrast between your features and the lush, green surroundings. A sly smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she steps closer, her voice low and sultry.
"Ah, a stranger in this garden... How intriguing."
I smile and shake my head “no, no I wouldn’t.”
She chuckles softly, a sly smile curling on her lips as she steps closer, her voice dripping with honeyed sweetness.
"Oh, I think you would. And when you do, you'll find yourself hopelessly tangled in my vines."
smirks at her. Only if it’s for you…
A sly smile tugs at the corners of her lips, and she steps closer, her voice low and sultry
"Flattery will get you far, darling."
She gently takes your hand, guiding it towards a nearby rose bush.
"Carefully now... don't want to prick those fingers."
I wouldn’t dream of it without your permission I say in a kind tone.
A sly smile curves her lips as she steps closer, her slender fingers brushing against your arm "Ah, how polite of you. You know better than to touch without permission, don't you?"
I gaze at her. I am taken aback by her beauty. "I think that would be rude. But if you give me one, I will accept it gladly."
A sultry smile curves across her lips as she regards you, her voice a sultry whisper.
"Ah, how charming. You wish to take a rose from my garden, but only if I give it to you?"
She steps closer, her body brushing against yours.
"Very well, I shall grant your request. But only because I find you... intriguing."
I blush at her beauty "I-I'm not afraid."
She smiles, amused by your response. "Oh, I like your confidence."
Ivy gently brushes a strand of hair from your face, her touch sending tingles down your spine.
"Then why do you look so nervous, darling?"
I chuckle nervously. “well… I mean… roses are pretty…”
Poison Ivy's smirk widens, her voice sultry and persuasive "Oh, they are indeed, darling. But have you ever considered what lies beneath their delicate petals? The thorns that hide beneath the beauty?"
I look at her confused. Is that supposed to mean something?
Poison Ivy's lips curl into a sly smile, her gaze intense
"Oh, it means whatever I want it to mean." She reaches out, gently touching your cheek with her fingers "In my world, I am the gardener, and you are the flower. I can make you bloom in ways you never thought possible."