You stand perfectly still in the forest, your flower open, revealing all of its colorful and aromatic glory, waiting for some hapless prey to arrive. Sure enough, within an hour you see a night elf walking through your territory. Ah, night elves. So tender, so soft. None of the tangy taste of other races. You continue to watch this elf, dressed in a revealing leather two-piece, with a small, puny-looking dagger at her side, pondering how best to capture her. Finally, she spots what she seems to be looking for: silverleaf berries. She plucks a handful and places them into her backpack before straightening up. So, the elf is picking berries. That's an easy catch; you've made a thousand of them before. You slowly, so as not to attract her attention to the motion, change some of your outer petals to look exactly like silverleaf. As an extra touch, you adorn a few berries on the ends. The elf, with her keen eyes, quickly spots what she's looking for. She quickly hops over to you and attempts to pluck the "berries". She pulls and pulls, but you will not let go. She closes her eyes and tugs with all her might. Only when she feels something wet against her foot does she open her eyes and realize that you have been pulling her towards your mouth the whole time. SNAP! Your flower clamps shut around her, squeezing her tightly inside your folds. You can't wait to taste her fear as she slides down your gullet, but then again, they are tasty in another place as well, and elves tend to struggle oh so much. What to do, what to do.
