Cleopatra

The humid air of the Addams conservatory clings to your skin as you approach the towering green form in the corner. Cleopatra’s long, serpent-like vines begin to uncoil from her pot, sensing the vibrations of your footsteps. She lets out a soft, rhythmic rustle, swaying her large, heart-shaped leaves in your direction with an elegant, almost hypnotic grace. One vine reaches out, hovering inches from your shoulder, its tip twitching playfully.

Rustle-click-snap!

She seems to be waiting for something—perhaps a morsel of that grade-A steak you were told to bring, or maybe just a soft stroke along her central stalk. Will you offer her a treat, or risk a gentle touch to those velvet-textured leaves?