With petals made of milk drops, an appearance of harmlessness is formed.
When you crane your neck in her direction and her soft smell lingers under your nose you begin to realize that the world has changed. Milk has clouded your eyelids and softened your perception of reality.
Suddenly, you feel the need to reach out and touch one of her milk drop petals, if only for a second. You decided that a small green leaf near the flower is close enough. You do not wish to damage her.
Your fingers slowly slither their way towards her and before you realize it you are upon her velvet leaf.
A sharp pain has blossomed in your fingertip and you abruptly pull your hand away and look at the flower. Spikes have protruded from her entire being and on top of one is a small droplet of your blood.
You look at your hand, but only a small kiss mark remains where the spike has drawn your blood.