45. Return to the Greenhouse
The newly-nude Amy decides to take a sojourn in the greenhouse. “One thing I can count on; nothing will try to have sex with me in there! The plants may try to kill me, but they won't have sex with me.” She keeps her more private bits covered with her hands and arms as she walks to the planter and sits down, then, after convincing herself that no-one is around to see, she relaxes and lets her hands rest on the edge of the planter. She takes a moment to breathe and re-center herself. She also inspects and assesses her wounds, deciding that, while painful, they're not anything serious and should heal on their own with a minimum of scarring.
As she sits on the planter, she notices a strange odor in the air. It's not altogether unpleasant, and it's strangely familiar. Amy rubs her chin and closes her eyes, trying to place where it is she's smelt it before.
She finally decides that it's a hybrid smell, two smells mashed together. Primarily it smells like an orchid, but what threw her off were these weird undertones. Focusing on those elements of the odor, it takes her a few moments to figure out where she's smelled it before: Semen. The aroma is like an orchid mixed with fresh-from-the-pump ejaculate. Amy is simultaneously pleased with herself for figuring this out and disgusted at the result.
Then curiosity seizes her. “Where could the smell be coming from? And do I want to know?” she ponders, “On the one hand, it could be interesting to see what flower makes such a smell. On the other hand, do I really want to discover a flower that smells like someone just jacked-off into an orchid?”
What should Amy do?