<span style="color: #FF0000"> She turned onto the street where the diner was located, just a few more steps and she would be there. She already saw the man sitting at a table. But of course, this wasn't just any man, this man was her very own sin. He was hers forever, until death would they part. She smirked at the thought, death, she would never know of it, nor did she want to. She noticed that his back was turned to her, <span style="font-style: italic">how lovely</span> she thought. A perfect opportunity for her. <br/><br/>Now that she knew she wasn't being watched by him she decided to be more observant of her surroundings, and just as she would have guessed every man was staring at her. She was not beautiful, not gorgeous, and not pretty. No she was something better, something they didn't want but something they sought after. She was hot and sexy, a fox as some would say. She had pale skin that never burned and fiery red hair that would flow to the middle of her backside. She wore a shirt that only tied around her neck and lower back and short skirt and heels that brought her outfit together. It seemed that every outfit she wore showed as much skin as possible, and it was all so she could receive the longing from the men. And she of course caused the longing, for she is Lust.<br/><br/>She made it to the table and keeping behind the man she dropped a black rose on his lap from above and in a seductive tone she spoke, "Hello my envious love." </span>