Gabrielle has arrived at the dance studio for her audition. It's slightly sketchy, with everything being lit very darkly and an unseen presence dictating the events. But Gabrielle wants the job, so she soldiers on. She enters takes the floor, introduces herself, and proceeds to dazzle with an interpretive dance. As The Plant watches from the shadows, its appetite is stoked by the dark shadows that wrap around her flexing calf and thigh muscles. The Plant prefers a gentle glaze of sweat for extra flavoring, too. Once it figures she's ready, and its hunger can no longer wait, The Plant the mu...

Gabrielle has arrived at the dance studio for her audition. It's slightly sketchy, with everything being lit very darkly and an unseen presence dictating the events. But Gabrielle wants the job, so she soldiers on. She enters takes the floor, introduces herself, and proceeds to dazzle with an interpretive dance. As The Plant watches from the shadows, its appetite is stoked by the dark shadows that wrap around her flexing calf and thigh muscles. The Plant prefers a gentle glaze of sweat for extra flavoring, too. Once it figures she's ready, and its hunger can no longer wait, The Plant the music. Gabrielle's a bit surprised, but keeps her composure and gives a curtsy. The silence is deafening as she awaits to hear if she's been chosen. She needn't worry, as she has been chosen. But the only job The Plant is offering is the job of her filling its belly. It grabs her by the ankle with one of its vines and pulls her across the floor and into its mouth. It bites down and savors her smooth calf meat as it devours her feet-first and awaits the next victim.