She's maintaining a headlock, yes?  This means he has a hand free to grab her wrist plus another hand free to go on trying to grab his own flowers.

He's really getting into the tongue action on the kiss, too, not just trying to push the bitter crushed petal back and forth anymore.  It's turned into liquid paste at this point anyways.

No no, no more tongue action, she's pulled back her head enough to try to jam the vivid green flower petals into HIS mouth without getting more into HERS though admittedly this wrist hold is putting a damper on her plans.

She shifts her weight onto her left leg and hooks the right leg around his left and tries to make his knee buckle. She lands the move pretty well and thinks it'll probably knock him way off balance unless he's very dextrous. Is he very dextrous?

Probably!  But he's not really averse to going crashing down to the ground so long as he can pull her down with him.

"How could you betray me like this?!" he cries as soon as she releases the liplock.

She takes advantage of his open mouth to get LOTS of flower petals in there.

He's stopped trying to target the glowing flowers amid this tangle of limbs, and is now just grabbing whatever, crushing it in his hand, and attempting to shove it down the cleavage of her dress (hand 1) or as the case may be up the bottom of her dress (hand 2).

This is not what she thought was going to happen! She wonders what effect the chastity belts actually have, whether he's wearing one, and whether they are going to prevent anything too extreme from happening!

Now that the entire fistful of green petals has been jammed into his mouth, she keeps going and shoves his entire face hard to one side, hoping for something painful and distracting but not quite so powerful as to snap his neck. She's pretty sure she can't snap his neck. Because that would be murder and that would be bad.

That's not what he thought was going to happen, either!  That'll get him to grab her wrist hard with one hand, and try for an armlock that he can turn into a pin.

And what's he going to do with that pin?

Give her bottom a couple of good whacks!  That head-shove hurt!

Ha! She's got him taking the initiative now!

She squeaks and squirms and wiggles fetchingly.

"You lose the flirtation.  Well met, Opalyn.  I don't have the time to take this further, but perhaps I'll stalk you later."

The pressure holding her down vanishes.

The words of a sore loser! Opalyn is not entirely sure how they score flirtations around here, but she feels pretty satisfied with how that came out. He was playing hard to get, until he wasn't, and then he turned tail and ran.

Maybe lewd dramatic is going to work out for her!

Opalyn gets up and dusts herself off as he rounds the corner out of the garden. Her dress is intact, but quite askew, so she straightens it out.

(At least one of the crushed plants shoved down the front of her dress is kinda stingy on the left nipple.  Just saying.)

Good to know! Opalyn enjoys the tingle but doesn't want too much of a good thing, so she removes the tingly plants, taking note of where to get more in case she needs them on some future occasion!

Is this entire garden full of herbal accessories for sadomasochism? If she ends up with time to kill she should make an inventory of what's available.

It's full of mysterious plants, some of them magical!  Your magic senses do not say whether something is useful for sadomasochism or not without trying it.

Opalyn is going to save the herbal inventory for another day.

She's been trying to avoid relaxation because it will inevitably melt into overwhelming grief. She may be tired enough now that she can go back to her bed and immediately fall asleep, bypassing wakeful relaxation entirely.

Wrestling red-leather guy was an excellent way to burn off some of her spare physical energy and tire herself out. She is, upon reflection, very glad to have run into him.

She starts to head back to her quarters.

"Scantily clad woman reading a book" continues to be a thing quite often.

This particular scantily clad woman is reading TWO BOOKS at THE SAME TIME!

Is it possible that Opalyn is going to be really happy here, actually?

Opalyn enters her room, ready to strip off her gown and fall face first into her bed.

The bed, on close inspection of its headboard, may be magically helpful about some things.

What a world!

Opalyn presses "NOW!" and hopes that one translates directly. She'll worry about BBUL and TRHL some other time.

Then she'll be asleep.

...and then wake up, however she usually wakes up; though maybe waking later than she'd usually sleep, if she'd usually sleep too little.

She does not need to go to the toilet, which is good, because there isn't actually a toilet in this nice prison suite.

This is the first time in Opalyn's entire life that she's woken up from a very long sleep NOT desperately needing to pee. This is... strange.

Also, no toilet in the suite? Is this some scheme to force prisoners to interact with each other in desperate, fraught circumstances? Seems not very sexy though.

Or perhaps this is all down to the magic that removes the need to attend to digestive functions? Maybe that magic just runs on auto-pilot, when it can, and the cuffs interfered with it but the collar doesn't?

It's hard to tell whether or not Orphan's body-related sorcery is currently running; it seems to have been more-or-less subconscious.  There's some magic in herself that isn't her collar (or her chastity belt), possibly her own; though anything resembling an attempt to consciously direct any sort of magic gets shut down before it starts.