Sariin was a beautiful golden blonde with curly hair, and the fairest skin like snow and as soft as a rose. Her eyes were like diamonds and her voice like the softest velvet. She was a treasure for even those who looked upon her every day. She was the perfect sacrifice for Lust. She would make an excellent play toy for him, at least that is what the villagers thought. On her eighteenth birthday, Sariin was taken from everything she new and loved, only to be stored in a beautiful temple. The hand maids ran her a bath mixed with fine oils with glorious scents. Sariin just stood there watching them all with tears running down her face. She wanted to go back home, she didn't want to be her village's sacrifice, but she had no choice. Being the most beautiful was a curse. The handmaidens stripped her and moved her slowly into the water where they bathed her. When it was over they sized her body for the perfect white dress and sat her down. They began drying her hair and brushed the golden locks out before braiding it and placing white flowers in her hair. They turned her around and placed a small golden tiara upon her head before exaiming her closely. "Perfect." Everyone chimed together.<br/><br/>Sariin shivered as the red and white roses were shoved into her hand. The handmaidens pushed her up the stairs to the pedastool where she woul sit and await the arrival of Lust and he would take her away, if he liked her, to his home to use as he saw fit.