"What's this?" you here a man ask in an accent you've never heard before. "Caught another one, have we?" You here footsteps come closer and suddenly someone is pulling on one of your petals. You struggle to hold them closed, but they're not nearly strong enough. Sunlight breaks through (even in your panic you notice it feels... delicious) and suddenly you're looking at a man in an expensive-looking tailored suit.
"It's been a while since my garden caught someone," he says, while looking you up and down. Not liking this exposure, you cover your breasts with your arms. You're still trying to tug that one petal closed, but he hasn't let go.
"Now, what to do with you..."