This is my draft for the intro of Lust, one of the 7 deadly sins. She is literally, the sin call Lust. Though she does have a mortal name. So like, give feedback about this. Arigato ^^
Being the epithet of Lust isn't very easy. You have your career and bills to take care of. Not to mention of the dwindling cash account. Rinoa rolled around on her bed to face the open skies above her bedroom, exposed to her with the help from the slates of transparent glass. "What to do tonight, I’m so sick of clubbing…" Rinoa closed her toffee colored eyes and drifted into slumber land.
"My, aren’t you a beefy bachelor." She said as she walked over to the man standing in the middle of the grand hall. "Do you want me?" she whispered seductively as he gazed back at the pale moon with its sliver shafts of light falling across the balcony of the palace, illuminating the ancient being with its splashes of pure white. Then she woke up, staring at the starry urban night sky. “Just a dream… a fond but spurious dream…”
It may be strange but she had always dreamt about being homely. Getting a good guy, settling down, have a few kids, and she actually thought it will happen with
that guy. But luckily (or should I say unfortunately?) they didn’t make it. Her friends thought it was just a phase she is going through. It does get lonely after a few thousand years, all the sins know that. The ones you loved dies while you lived on, untouched by the hands of time...
Rinoa sighed as she put the on a red satin dress with spaghetti straps and a pair of black sandals, an attire worthy of going clubbing and that’s what she will do. As she was about to walk out of the door, she looked at an old family photo of she and her family, all whom had passed away and a drawing of a formidable looking man with a strong set of jaws and sharp eyes and she touched the frame ever so lightly, as if it will crumble any moment.
It was ironic that she chose the bar 'Sins' to party tonight, nicely tucked away in a small corner. She chuckled at that little thought then proceed to enter the club. Only to stopped by the burly man in a tight black tee, aka the bouncer.
“Hey, you’re going to queue up like everyone else.” His husky voice projected and flexing his bicep. Rinoa looked at him quirkily, complete with the raised eyebrows. “Right.” She brushes up her hair. “My, with such a deep voice, you certainly sound like the owner of this club.” “Lady, I’m not the-” She cut him off before he could speak again. “Surely, you can make an exception for this tiny, helpless girl?” she laid her index finger on his chest and made little swirls.
And so, Lust made her way into the pub free, much to the annoyance of those outside. “Ah well, guess some creatures hold more privileges than others.” She chuckled as she chewed on a cherry as red as her lips.
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