CYOA: The Orc and the Tower Pt. 2 (Patreon)

You wade quietly through the shallow pond as a shaft of pale moonglow falls upon the rusted bars that impede your trespass into the tower.

Using the anchor as a pry bar, you wrench at the grate with your thickly corded muscles. The rusted iron hinges groan and then obediently give way with a sharp shriek of rending metal.

Your passage down the tunnel is clumsy with anchor in tow, but the sound is masked by the sound of flowing  water, which gradually deepens as you head toward a faint green glow ahead. The sound of quiet moaning and panting breath reverberates off the slick stone walls.

You peer into the chamber from the shadows of the tunnel to find the origin of the sound: The squirming, supple form of a blue sprite suspended in bondage. They are bound by the vines of a hideous flowering plant that grows from the horny skull of a long dead horny giant.

The devilish union of flora and fertilizer seems to be drinking in the very power of the poor sprite, who writhes, trapped on the edge of satisfaction. This sprite is very powerful indeed, and the plant seems to be growing before your very eyes. A large jewel bathes the scene in an eerie, pulsing green glow from its mounting high above the tableau. The growing plant seems to throb in time with the pulsing light and the room is thick with an arousing smell.

You leap from the water and: