Another poor soul has wandered into Ivy’s poison garden. The green Goddess is in her usual teasing merciless mood. She can tell this pathetic meat sack of a man can’t stop looking down at her bare belly button. A wicked plan forms in her head. He may live but he must worship her perfect round navel. She warns him of her powerful toxins. A simple kiss on her flesh could shorten his life. This belly boy cannot resist despite the price. How long will he last under her spell?