<strong>Name:</strong>Lust (Fenia Bonn)<br/><strong>Alliance:</strong>Evil<br/><strong>Gender</strong>Female<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Lalune's room, Castle of Chaos<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>LaLune, Psaro<br/><br/>Upon hearing the approach of another, Lust veritably purred delight.  Oh, she could easily surmise who arrived by the very stride callously striking marble.  Very few could so naturally<em>walk</em>with such disdain.  Indeed, guess was soon proven correct when the male swept by her, near enough to brush the ends of sable curls.  Her rodent friend conformed it's sinuous body to the curve of her neck, chittering displeasure when stronger fist met sturdy frame.<br/><br/>His callous demands were met with silence, cupid lips bowing into smile tinged by amusement.  Oh, yes, he did amuse her.  A parade of masculinity and testosterone wrapped in stupidity.  His almost religious fervor to eradicate the human race was laughable.  Humans were toys; you just did not destroy<em>all</em>of your toys.<br/><br/>She kept her silence when door swung open to admit them. Let him barrel through.  Lust preferred to follow in near silence, gliding in a rustle of silk and tap of heels, hips rolling to an inner metronome. While Psaro immediately engaged LaLune, face to face, she merely drifted towards elaborate chess board set up for the ultimate game.  Adroit tips of pallid digits danced over the collection of carved pawns stained red, smoothed along rooks and bishops and knights.  One sculpted nail finally pressed to the red queen, slowly rocking it to and fro.<br/><br/>"Not a pet?  Oh, dear; and here you<em>ran</em>in such a hurry, merely because she bade you," simpered Lust, surveying Psaro beneath thick fringe of lashes.  "Such a<em>good, obedient</em>boy."<br/><br/>As hand departed, red queen stood tilted the span of a heartbeat, then tipped to its side, wobbling erratically.  Accident or subtle slight?  Either way, the woman deigned not to notice it and instead advanced to the pair in stride of leisurely perfection.  "Yet he has a point, Mistress.  We are here and ready to receive your commands.  Do share and let us be on our way."