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After the apocalypse, the men and women of this sphere who were left with the pieces thereof busily attended to the re-establishing of both the concerted efforts...and constraints...of the world which had been ahnillilated before their now-all-too-real peril.

In the charred heath which had been the eastern expanses of Europe, a new citadel was erected a mere 70 years after the death knells of recorded history (Plague? Mass Suicide? Holocaust? Sexual sterility? No one had been left alive cognizant or recognizable enough to tell the tale). This large dwelling of erect steel, glass towers and ivory-encrusted waves of commerce had been dubbed Neo-Venice, as the original italian city lay dormant under a new ocean of ash and mangled steel.

These women are practitioners of that most ignoble (arguably) and oldest (inarguably) of professions, forced into solitude and forever banished outside of the safe confines of the city limits, for their singular, sapphic trysts which they had committed with one another under the cover of darkness.

The new laws governing this new society were clear: all sexual engagement is facile and to be engaged in with no perturbment, insofar as the meetings of body and bowel were consensual, sensual and heterosexual.

As their love for one another had been one which could never perpetuate the species, these women were stripped of their clothing, their bejeweled homes and their licence to gratify for pay.

All they have to remember their brief sojourn within the heavily guarded walls of Neo-Venice is a small, faux-wooden chair to share between the two of them and their convivial comforting, both of which they would exchange roles in providing and utilizing until they suffered the eventual end (Nuclear Rain? Godless Thirst? Animal Lust? No one left alive had the decency to tell the truth).