The Rabbit Hole, a hidden speakeasy in California, pulsed with shadows and secrets. Saucy waited, her bee and hive tattoo catching the dim light, smirking as Lawson stepped in the venue. She grabbed his hand, pulled him deeper into the empty lounge, every glance and touch crackling with mischief. The night belonged to them—wild, wet, and entirely unrestrained. As the night unfolds, his hands rubbed across her tattoo, while she attends the hive until she’s done and then finishes with the honey drips from the tip.