<strong>Name:</strong>Lust (Fenia Bonn)<br/><strong>Alignment:</strong>Evil<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Location</strong>LaLune's Room<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>LaLune, Sins<br/><br/>And so began the parade..<br/><br/>She surveyed the incoming with ill-disguised humors as they advanced so characteristically.  Ah, this, her "brethren".  Manifestations so similar to she, defined only by their desires in a delightfully flawed magnitude.  To each acknowledgement she offered a pucker of wet lips, a flippant motion of delicate fingers, then returned her attention to the rat perched upon her shouders.  As more entered -- and most especially, Gluttony -- the small creature hissed and chittered in growing agitation.  Lust soothed him with gentle sounds, manipulating the bald tail within her grasp.<br/><br/>Oh, but how could she be surprised at Wrath's entrance?  His immediate attack was answered by a peal of chiming laughter.  How foolishly abrupt, these sins. They lacked finesse, did they not?  They couldn't appreciate the whisper of dark promises from shadowed recesses.  How easily one could move in sleight, speaking sweetly even as the hidden knife sought home. . .<br/><br/>At least they were entertaining.  Smile flattered full mouth even as shadowed gaze returned to LaLune, unruffled and safe.  Dismissing the antics of others, she pierced straight to the heart of the matter at hand.  "We are assembled, Mistress.  Speak your will quickly, before our attentions wan."