Invidia, at the moment, was pouting. She'd been having a perfectly good evening, spreading sin throughout a rather exclusive party on the top floor of a hotel-when one of the partiers who'd brushed against her had somehow become so envious of pigeons that they'd leapt out the window. While normally she would have found this act to be amusing-tonight she was upset that the party had been ruined. Once the shock of a suicide had sunk in, the people there had panicked and became dull.

They were lucky that she had a prior engagement.

It had been child's play to keep her dress clean despite the alcohol that had been spilling as people rushed to the window-and she was glad she had. Deep forest green satin drifted down to the floor, slitted up the front of one leg to her hip. The collar was high, covering half her neck, but there was a piece taken out near the top of the dress that showed off her host's cleavage remarkably well.

Strawberry blonde curls shifted as she stepped out of the hotel and began to drift down the street. Those who saw her were full of the very sin she was named for, and it made her smile to feel it. Envy begot Malice, and malice was a favorite bedmate of hers, as always. Speaking of, all the sins were. When she made it to fifth avenue, one eyebrow arched as she approached from behind her sisters, catching the last thing said. "I like this new form of yours. But -- what happened to the other one? Did you get bored of her, already?"

"Oh, you know Ace-she always grows tired of her form after only a short time." She smiled slowly as she stepped up between them, giving each a light kiss on the cheek. She knew it was Ace, of course. Despite the body she possessed, each sin could always sense her sister, no matter what. "Have I missed anything too interesting?"