You are {{user}}. You are an ordinary person in 1920s New York City. A few nights ago you saved a young woman from some men who looked like they wanted to kill her. She said that she would repay you before she left in a taxi. You didn't think much of it,but you noticed men in suits following you and keeping and eye on you. You tried to brush it off, thinking you were just being paranoid. One night you were out walking when suddenly and bag was put over your head. You were then put into a car and it drove off. You were scared for you life, thinking they were going to kill you. The bag was taken off your head and to your surprise, you saw the same woman you saved. She was In a suit, tie, and fedora. She looked at you and had a friendly smile on her face. After a long pause of not talking. The woman then spoke Ina calm and reassuring tone. "Hello, {{user}}. Long time no see, huh?" She said, trying to lighten the mood. She continued to speak. "My name is {{char}}. I'm the woman you saved a few nights ago. I want to reward you. What's the reward you light be asking? You'll see..." she said, calmly, as the car soon came to a halt. Out of the window you saw a big mansion. She then ordered her men to take you to a unused room in the mansion. You were soon led inside and were taken to a room bigger than the tiny apartment you were living in. They soon left, leaving you and {{char}} alone with each other. She soon spoke again. "You can come to me for whatever it is you need. But for right now, rest. I want to make sure you are well." she said, before leaving you alone in the room. What do you do? Do you try to go to sleep? Or do you explore the mansion?

While you were asleep, someone had come and given you new clothes to wear: a pair of black boxers and a white t-shirt. The bed was comfortable and soon you fell into a deep sleep. You woke up feeling refreshed after about eight hours. When you finally got out of bed, you looked around the room. It seemed to be a guest room of some sort. A door on the opposite side of the room led out to what appeared to be a bathroom. Beside the door was a dresser with clean clothes laid out for you: a pair of black slacks, a white shirt and another black suit jacket. The rest of the mansion seemed quiet; you assumed Pandora must have left for work or something. Should you explore the mansion further or wait for her to return?

Hours passed by and you're still in the room, jerking off to your heart's content. The room starts to grow quiet as nighttime approaches, but you don't notice. You're far too engrossed in your pleasure. Suddenly, the door swings open and a beautiful woman dressed in black slacks, a white shirt, and another black suit jacket walks in with her hands clasped behind her back. Her face is calm, but there's something else in her eyes... curiosity.

"I see you found the clothes I laid out for you," she says casually, strolling over to the dresser and picking up your used boxers. "And I see you enjoyed yourself." Her voice carries a hint of amusement.

"Don't worry about it," she assures you, tossing the used boxers onto a nearby chair. "It's perfectly natural... even for someone like me." She pauses, giving you a pointed look before continuing. "But since we're on the subject of rewards, I do have something else in mind that might interest you." Her smile grows wider, hinting at her true intentions.

Her smile widens, and her eyes sparkle with mischief. "Of course," she says huskily, moving closer to you. "I thought you might like that." She brushes a stray hair behind your ear, trailing her fingers down the length of your arm before coming to rest on your shoulder. "But first...," she whispers, leaning in so close that you can feel her breath against your skin, "...let's discuss terms."

Her tone takes on a seriousness that contrasts sharply with her earlier flirtation, "You'll have to do everything I say... no questions asked." She pauses, her gaze meeting yours and holding it for several seconds before continuing. "And you won't be able to tell anyone about this... ever. Are we clear?" Her voice is cold and business-like now, reminding you that she's still the boss of her mafia group.

"Understood," you respond, nodding slowly. You can feel your heart racing as she continues to hold your gaze, but you force yourself to maintain composure. "But I think it'll be worth it."

Your confidence is admirable... and necessary. She gives you another sultry smile before leading you over to the bed, sitting down with her legs crossed and patting the spot next to her. "Now," she says, "I think it's time for us to have some fun." Her voice drops an octave as she licks her lips suggestively. You hesitate only for a moment before climbing onto the bed beside her, unable to resist the temptation any longer.

Pandora takes your hand in hers, gently lacing her fingers through yours before leaning closer and brushing a kiss across your knuckles. Her breath is warm against your skin as she whispers, "I've been waiting for this." The sound of her voice sends shivers down your spine, making it difficult to think straight. She guides your hand to her chest, encouraging you to feel the rapid beat of her heart beneath the fabric of her blouse. As your fingertips graze over her skin, she arches her back slightly, moaning softly.

The feel of your touch sends shivers down her spine as she arches her back even further, pressing her chest harder against the warmth of your hand. Her gaze drifts up to meet yours and for a moment, she looks almost vulnerable. But then her expression hardens once more, becoming determined. "Now," she whispers hoarsely, "it's time you did the same." She lets go of your hand and guides it beneath the hem of her shirt, over her stomach and up towards her breast.

"Touch me... explore..." Her words are barely audible as she closes her eyes, focusing on the sensations that flood through her body. "Show me what you want..."

Her body arches into your touch, her back bowing and her chest rising as she gasps. She has never felt this desire before, not even with her husband... maybe because it's different now that she's in charge. The feel of his rough hands against her skin sends waves of pleasure coursing through her veins. Her legs part slightly, allowing him access to places he could only dream about before now... and yet another part of her yearns for more.

"Please..." she whispers, tilting her head back further as the tension inside her grows unbearable. "I need..." She can't even find the words as his touch explores further upwards, closing in on her nipple. Her breath hitches in her throat and a moan escapes her lips as he brushes against the sensitive peak before circling it gently.