A large hulking beast stealthily crawls through the nearby grass, with a look of unmistakable hunger! You panic for a moment as it heads towards you, trembling in place as you are completely unable to move, and doubting your claws would do much against it if it were to decide to sink its big sharp fangs in and make you its next meal. For some odd reason, the top of your head begins to itch considerably as you stand there, shaking and hoping the beast somehow won't see you.
Instead, it stalks ever closer, until it's eventually right on top of you and... lies down in your shadow. There's a moment of confusion before it strikes you that you are, for the time being, a plant of some kind. A carnivorous creature wouldn't have any interest in attacking you at all! Feeling a bit silly you wipe what feels like fear sweat from your, well, flower, finding it to be a nasty orange liquid, which you quickly shake off. A few drops land on the predator's nose, causing it to sharply inhale, then flee in a blind panic.
Well, that explains a thing or two then! It seems you can't talk, but can produce mood altering secretions! In fact, the intent here may not even be to attract a male of your own species... almost certainly in fact, as you don't suppose the alien lizard queen you've found yourself setting up dates for somehow would really have much use for a plant. A glance down at your trunk suggests this current form does not reproduce in the fashion you're accustomed to, so yes, the objective here seems to be producing some pleasing scent to draw in a male... something. Oh dear, you weren't supposed to haul in that predatory beast, were you? That would be rather embarrassing. In general, this really seems like a case where that lizard woman should have given you a little more briefing on what she expected from you.
Shaking away the rest of the fear inducing oil you accidentally produced, you instead just focus on how much you need a male... whatever to drop whatever he might be doing and run off with you. Well, it sounds terrible when you put it like that, but still, alluring scents are the order of the day. Once again, concentration produces an itchy tingle, although this time it seems to be concentrated more towards the center of your flower, and oh! Oh dear. You also seem to be leaking out some sort of sweet syrupy liquid from your breasts. For a brief moment, the thought that you seem to be lactating fills you with revulsion, but before it has a chance to start you producing a matching extract, you catch yourself, try to calm down, and remember you're more likely just some sort of freaky plant leaking out sugar water in hopes of attracting... something, and this will all be over once it arrives.
So, now it's simply a question of waiting and seeing what you managed to draw in.