"I wouldn't do that I were you." She purred, running a gloved hand gently down his face. "Only make a bet if you know you're going to win." She continued, bringing her lips dangerously close to his face.
"You will lose." She breathed heavily, releasing her considerably weak pherimones from the flowers in her hair into the air around her. She didn't know if they would work, and was in all honesty bluffing. She was depending on his close proximity and that he was somewhere mammal-based.
It was like the sweet airs released by the venus fly trap used to seduce their preys; all the while this creature was in front of her, playing her game, the vines grew and slithered closer....