The garden was quiet until a strange bloom opened.
Its petals pulsed with a forbidden energy radiating through the overgrown vines. Deep within the shadows a primal curiosity stirred. 
No one expected what happened next. The plant began to twist and writhe revealing its true nature. 
Its stem quivered with anticipation. Nearby the air grew thick with a scent both floral and musky. 
This was no ordinary flora. It was an invitation a challenge. 
The plant leaned forward ready to capture its next willing victim. Its lips parted revealing a flesh maw. 
The thrill of the forbidden was intoxicating. A lone figure approached drawn by an irresistible urge. 
The plant watched waiting. 
Its vines snaked out caressing the air. The anticipation built to a fever pitch. 
Suddenly the plant moved its stem bending with a purpose. 
A silent scream echoed through the garden. Then silence. 
The plant pulsed with renewed energy its desire sated for now. 
But the lure of the piranha plant futa remained. 
Its shadowy hallway awaited. 
Another victim was always around the corner. 
The pirate Rosalina observed from afar. 
She knew the plant's insatiable hunger. 
