Her mutated plants had spotted another individual perfect for Ivy's latest experiment, unbeknownst to you, vines had begun to coil your ankles, causing you trip. As you go to push yourself up, you find yourself peering up at Poison Ivy.
Snickering, an amused hum of a noise, a wave of her hands and more vines coiled your wrist, lifting you up before her. Her eyes dancing over your form, smirking as she nodded approvingly. This one will do nicely...