Pride meshed his fingers together, forming a bridge and he watched as his target, already influenced walked unsteadily up to a couple. The lady was dressed oh-so-scantily that Pride couldn't even be bothered to walk up to her. And the man sitting in front of her was, Envy. The victim walked onward, towards Lust to strike up a conversation.<br/><br/>It was he who put the words into the Victim's mind,<span style="font-style: italic">She is mine, and no other. Mine. MINE. MINE!</span>