They assess the situation

"What happened? Where did she go?" Morgala asks.

She slowly, woozily stands up on shaky legs and tries to look around, but finds her heavy, sticky hair is now hanging like a thick sheet in front of her eyes.

The poor elf tries to brush her hair out of the way, but discovers her hands are still tied behind her back.

"Thurkla? Can you help me?" Morgala whimpers as she tries to shake her hair free of her face, only to discover the thick, sticky honey is keeping it were it is.

"I... I'll try," the flustered orc says as she gets to her feet and discovers her hands are tied too. Luckily, her hair is stuck to her head at just a different enough angle to leave her vision unobstructed.

The taller woman at first tries turning around and touching Morgala's face with her still-bound hands, but the process is too complex and difficult. She accidentally gropes the shorter woman's plump tummy, causing Morgala to squeak in protest.

"S-sorry," Thurkla mumbles as she turns back around. "Um... h-how about this...?" The orc says as she leans forward, smooshing her body against the soft, squishy elf's.

The two stand their in awkward silence as the skin-to-skin contact takes on an unintentional sensual element. Each woman feels the butterflies in their tummies take off as Thurkla sticks out her tongue and runs it along Morgala's face.

Both women blush deeply as the highly embarrassed orc woman uses her tongue to push the hair from Morgala's eyes.

"Th-thanks..." the confused and increasingly horny elf stammers as she gets a good look at her naked, frazzled, honey-covered orc-girl savior.

"Y-you taste good..." Thurkla says before her eyes go wide and she blushes even harder. "I-I mean the honey... on... oh..."

"It's ok," Morgala says as she feels her heart pound a little harder. "Uh... w-what do we do now?"