<div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/hNZ21sA.jpeg)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Pandora’s Rebellion</strong></span></span></div><br/>The unsleeping eyes of the Venice of the North were ever-attentive, even mere hours before morning. Throngs of tourists and long-time residents passed by crimson windows, seemingly undeterred by the flashy neon signs and scantily-clad women advertising themselves. In reality the variety alone was enough to make it all blend together, which was good for relative anonymity but poor for standing out from the competition.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/72Qo79H.jpeg)</div>Harmonia flipped a still-lit joint between the fingers of her right hand as she people-watched, her arm wrapped around the waist of Yuko, one of her best friends and equally unclad as her. She made sure to smile and make a “come hither” gesture when someone outside took genuine interest beyond mere gawking, and give a free show with a girl-on-girl makeout session every so often. That Yuko and Harmonia were technically already booked mattered little, as one of their friends was giving the client a blowjob in the next room over. His endurance was reaching its end, judging by the growing loudness of his moans.<br/><br/>“Amalia sounds like she’s doing a good job,” Harmonia said, running her hands up the small of Yuko’s back. “I wonder which of us he enjoyed the most.”<br/><br/>The question was answered with a long, drawn out<em>aaaaaaah</em>followed by an equally lengthy “thaaaank youuuu” from the back.<br/><br/>“I suppose we should head on back,” Harmonia said as she put out the joint on her stomach, her divine skin showing no marks save the remnants of ash. Deliberately turning around so that her ass was on full display to the street, she walked back to the bedroom, opening the door to the scene of a man lying on black velvet sheets and classical Greek paintings hanging above the bed. A tan-skinned woman young enough to be his daughter was on her stomach, a head of dyed white hair bobbing up and down between his legs.<br/><br/>Harmonia went over to lay at the man’s right side, licking his nipple as she rubbed his slightly protruding belly and touched herself with her free hand. Yuko could tell that he was going to burst, although how soon he came could be hastened or delayed, as was the case with virtually any man. That Amalia was the least-experienced of the three and this was already his second round showed how quickly she progressed in skill over the past few months.<br/><br/>How different things were back then...<br/>