Yeah, you probably guessed it
right, this fic has something to do with Honeybee Inn. This story is based
on a dream I had. I was Don Corneo. NO no no, not as in Don Corneo, but
I had his job (with variations) and yeah, I was (am, actually) just as
corrupted as he was. This story is written first-person style, and the
main gist of it is that I'm supposed to provide 'entertainment' for men.
So, kick back and enjoy my point of
view, as mistress of Honeybee Inn!
