Honie's Casual Theme
After smothering Layla out, Honie had carried her body out of the ring, out of LAW Arena, and into her car. She then drove out in the country, pondering the details of her captive's weekend POW sentence. Soon enough, Honie arrived at her place of residence. While having an old-fashioned vibe, Honie's barn house contained the same commodities one would find in any modern home. Though of course there were animal pens, haystack areas, and the like. Both artificial and natural bee hives were around the perimeter of the establishment, making up the honey farm she and her father owned. The house rested on a somewhat open plain, with a fair bit of forest around to compliment it.
Once she made it inside, Honie laid Layla her across her couch. She sat down next to her, before lightly patting her face. "Wakey, wakey, my little smother flower.~" Honie buzzed in a teasing voice. Beatrice needed her POW to awaken, so she could explain how she planned on disciplining her. Honie hadn't changed out of her wrestling attire yet, so her honey buns were still pretty exposed of course. And knowing the smothery bee, Layla certainly had not seen the last of them, up close and personal to boot!
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